~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Last Thursday my dad had appointments with three doctors – his GP, his pulmonologist, and his oncologist. The doctor told him what Rick and I had already surmised: his cancer is stage 4. In the next couple weeks, Dad and his team will likely come to a decision on a course of treatment to pursue; he has decided once again that he doesn't want traditional chemo and radiation therapy. I can't say that I blame him.... There's not much I can do for now.
Saturday, September 10, 2016
During Friday morning chores, I noticed Browning standing off by himself, not looking comfortable. I had to leave for work and Rick and Brian had to leave for school, but Rick said he'd try to take a look at Browning when he stopped by around noon to pick up his backpack. Unfortunately, he's not their shepherd so they ALL looked lively and avoided him then. It was a different story when I went out....