Papa has brain cancer. He had surgery in early July to remove a piece of it for a biopsy.
I remember family was disappointed, because they expected the doctors to remove all of the tumor?! I don’t understand their logic there, but whatever.
Now, there is talk and plans of hospice care.
I feel indifferent about everything.
I feel like I was finally going to be at an okay enough point that I could at least be somewhat stable. And now, I don’t.
Thanks in advance for any comments on this you may wish to leave, but considering I’m not a super emotional person (nor am I fond of super emotional posts), I’m just going to close the comments for this.
I didn’t even expect it to affect my mood — or anything, for that matter — but it did.
I mean, the last time I went through all this, Mama Lois was in hospice.
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