I received a phone call on Wed morning from Dad, asking me to come home. He said he was in severe pain and he wouldn't go to ER until I got there - needless to say, I hit the road and drove like a maniac, arriving in Berlin at 2:30pm. I had Dad at Somerset hospital by 3:15 pm.
He has been having stomach pain off and on for many years, so for the first time they did a contrast cat scan of his stomach. Doc came in right away and said that he has a softball sized tumor above his pancreas. They transferred him to Good Samaritan Hospital in Johnstown, where we continue to go through tests, pokes and prods.
Dad has a living will, DNR and I am his POA - he refuses to let them do surgery, so our options are limited, and I don't know yet what they will be. The oncologist has said that if we do pallative measures only, he will have months, but not a year. And with Dad's mindset, I expect it will be very few months.
I may not post to this blog very often while this is going on - I don't know how much time/energy I will have as I travel through this journey called cancer.
If you are the praying type, please pray that God takes Dad quickly so that he doesn't suffer. Thank you.