As my mom drove me to the trainstation, I asked the simple question of what stage the cancer was in. As hard as it was for her to answer, she told me. The cancer has spread to the liver and one lung which means that it is Stage 4b. Well, as hard as I try to stay positive throughout, it really can't get much worse. It's the most aggressive form of pancreatic cancer, it's in the last possible stage and it's meta static. I don't know what to think anymore. I've become emotionally dead for anything except for anxiety and fear.
On a more positive note, my dad was accepted to an experimental treatment at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. It's run by the best doctor studying pancreatic cancer, Dr. Fine. Appointment is on the 4th. He's had good success with his GTX chemotherapy against my dad's form of cancer and stage. Let's hope Dr. Fine can make my dad fine.
