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Today was hard.  It was the first time we've seen Shaun's dad in a little over a week.  Every time we've tried to visit him he says he feels too bad for company and that he needs to rest.  From the way he sounded over the phone, it was, unfortunately, very believable.

It is confirmed - he has cancer in his lung.  He has an appointment on the 14th to see how / if he can be treated.  He will get those results on the 19th.  I don't know if 2 weeks is a standard waiting time for a scan like this, but it seems like a long time to us.  In response to that he told us "Well, it's just a job to them."  That broke my heart.

He really doesn't look too good.  He's lost quite a bit of weight.  He's been nauseated and not eating like he should.  Shaun suggested he try Ensure and he was able to keep that down, thank goodness.  But it was hard visiting him.  He looked like the act of staying alive was exhausting to him.  I was honestly a little scared that he was going to close his eyes and just stop breathing.  I haven't been around a lot of deathly ill people so I don't know exactly how resilient the human body is, but dang.  He ended up almost falling asleep on us, so we told him we'd let him rest and said our goodbyes.

So, that is where we are with that situation right now.  The waiting is awful.  He is in pain from his leg still and also from the biopsy site.  I really wouldn't wish this on anyone.