Today was a tough day. We heard some news that we knew would come one day but wasn't expecting for it to be today.
3 years and a few weeks after my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 Prostate cancer we learned today that we really have no more options. The weight of the world suddenly weighted my shoulders down again. The look on my dad's face was painful to see. I've never seen him confused or scared before, until this day.
The doctor offered 2 options. Option A: another round of chemotherapy. This means dad's immune system would yet again be suppressed to its all time low again. He will need to endure weekly lab work and weekly chemotherapy. 3 weeks of chemo with 1 week rest between each cycle. We would keep track of his temperature, blood pressure, weight and any ailments to the T. Option B: Pallatative care and or hospice.
Option B was an absolute no for him. Being the man he is, full of determination, he would rather try his best to endure the pain of chemotherapy and all the side effects that come along with it.
Today was a turning point in my dad's life whether he understood that or not. We have this last chance to keep the cancer at bay. if this doesn't work it's a for sure hospice referral.
Reality hit me in the face with an upper cut and left me dazed with only one thing circling my brain. It's down hill from here. This is my dad's last battle. I fear his body is weaker than his mind. I surely hope the mind will prevail.
He has put up one hell of a 3 year fight. Let's see what he has in his pocket for a wild card.
My dad's courage, endurance and inner strength amaze me! I can only hope to exhibit the same when I am his age.
