|Dad, with the "Lance" book before he got sick|
Using easy-to-understand language and even drawing on the dry-erase board on the wall for visual support as he talked, he very patiently reviewed the history of what had transpired over the past 18 days. When he was done talking, he asked Dad if Dad felt like what he had said was accurate. “If you say so,” Dad said, very seriously. He then asked if Dad had any questions for him. I was fully prepared for Dad to ask something like when he could run again or even where the guy had gone to medical school, but he cut right to the chase and asked, “Have you ever treated anyone or have you even heard of anyone who has had the same cancer I do who has survived?”
|Dad, ready to get the staples out|
The week continued, with therapy in full force and the "team" on the sidelines getting what was required sent to off to Duke. With as fast as we knew the remaining cancer cells were growing and multiplying, we had to put our eggs into one basket and we had to do it FAST. This was REAL CANCER and we were dedicated to proceeding full-steam ahead to get Dad into that program at Duke.