Those words still echo in my mind after the past few days of trying to absorb that sentence.
The biopsy came back malignant. Pancreatic cancer.
My parents met with the surgeon yesterday to find out what happens next. While nothing is for certain, the surgeon is optimistic that it is operable. They are planning on performing the Whipple procedure, in which parts of his pancreas, stomach are removed and then reconstructed. Additionally, his lymph nodes will be removed (as a precautionary measure).
The procedure itself is long – minimum six hours. Then he’s supposed to stay in the hospital for 10-14 days. On top of that, he will need a feeding tube. Knowing my father and his distaste for hospitals and anything medically inclined, I really hope they really be able to keep him there. For his procedure a few months back, I was told there were multiple instances when he attempted to bolt from his bed.
Tentatively, they set the date for mid-June. However, my father balked at the date (the 13th) because of superstition. It’s not even Friday the 13th, for goodness sake.
I don’t know if he realizes the severity of the situation. At the biopsy, he asked whether or not he can drive because he hates the way my mother drives. Yesterday, I was told that his main concern is eating surf and turf at Christmas.
My two sisters were at the farm over the weekend and both commented on his frailty. He is unsteady doing many typical things, including walking. There is also a lot of sniping from both parents on the most trivial issues – because of the stress of everything going on.
So, if you have a little prayer or some good vibes to toss my way, please do so. I’m beyond scared for what will happen next, even though I’m trying to keep a positive outlook. For those that gave me PanCan, thank you so much, I will definitely look into this.