update

It's been a week.

I have known for a few weeks that my dad has lung cancer.

I was going home to get the results of his MRI and pet scan.

To see where things stood.

I never made it home...

but I will get to that in a minute.

The cancer is in both lungs and his lymph nodes.

But not in his brain.

So bad news and good news I guess.

He starts chemo next week.

His cancer is "treatable but not beatable."

I am worried about him going through chemo all alone.

I plan to go home as often as possible.

Take care of him and such.

He seems ok so far.

Pretty at peace with it.

Or as ok with it as a person can be.

Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers.

Now, about not going home...

Remember how I said I had to have a mammogram last week?

Well, the actual mammogram was absoutely no big deal.

Barely even uncomfortable.

Except for the fact that they found "areas of concern."

Which led to panic and 2 biopsies.

Which hurt like hell.

For. Real.

Like whimpering on the table and asking the nurse to hold my hand hurt.

Which lead to 4 days of the whole

"do I or don't I?"

while waiting for the results.

Which I don't.

Thank. The. Lord.

It was so nothing that I don't even have to go back until I am 40.

But now I have some bruised boobies and a new look on life.

Thinking I may have cancer changed how I saw everything.

Realizing I was ok made me very appreciative.

Of the life I have.

Of the people I have.

Of the time I have.

So, yes.

It's been a week.

A week of extreme ups and downs.

I am very happy for myself.

But very sad for Noonie.

(That would be my dad. Everyone calls him Noonie.)