So on Tuesday, I got up to see a pre order for Fort Max and MP Cassettes. I thought, hey, this could be a good day. I then took my son to the Dr. for a skin condition he had and the Dr. said it was just eczema, and will clear up with a cream. So I thought great. All that was left was my dad. He had been having some muscle spasms, and we were waiting on some blood work. At about 6PM, I get a call from my mom that they were in NY Presbyterianism Hospital because he has a seizure in his leg. I thought, okay let me head over. By the time I got there they had already done an MRI. They found 5 spots on his brain. My sister who is the research queen was already freaking out, because she knew it was bad news. The DRs wanted to go to step 2 and do a Cat scan as brain cancer doesn't usually start out in the brain. So we agreed. 2 more spots, one on the lung, one on the liver. So the next step is take a biopsy. But first they needed to do a PTScan to which was the best place to get it from. So they did a PTScan. What do they find, more fucking cancer. It's in his hip bone, stomach, groin, prostate, brain, lungs and liver. Yay. The worst part is that my dad is currently on a fantastic cocktail of 13 heart pills to keep his ticker going. This one drug plavix keeps the blood from clotting around a stent in his heart. He had to stop that drug for the Biopsy. Now we are just waiting to see what type of Cancer it is. But I even wonder why bother. The Chemo is going to kill him. I mean, he is not a healthy strong man, he has heart problems. For the brain, they need to use radioactive treatment. That pretty much fries his brain and just shrinks the tumors. Which will just grow back and respread to the rest of his body. So his choice is to either die with Chemo or die in pain from the tumors growing in his brain while he loses vision, movement, starts vomiting uncontrollably and so on. The positive I see is that right now he looks great. His leg doesn't work so hot. But at least he can say his goodbyes and stuff to people he loves. Which is a lot more then other people can say. I mean, I hope he doesn't ask me what I think. Cause I have no clue, and I feel for him, cause he sees all these people really upset he is in pain and he hates that. Plus he needs to make up his mind on how he is going to go. My favorite part is, 2 years ago at the same exact time, we had to deal with my father in law passing of cancer as well. The thing I kept thinking yesterday is that, we knew 6 people with cancer and they all died. I mean, one of us have to catch a break. But with the constant avalanche of bad news, that is just not the case. I will try to think positively, but it's hard being that me and my dad are both realist and we know what this means.