cancer sucks

This afternoon my Dad called me at work. I responded with a cheery, "Hi Daddy!" Little did I know the burden he was carrying. He dutifully informed me that he most likely had pancreatic cancer. He first noticed symptoms in February. Starting two days before Thanksgiving, he started to vomit. While a nurse practioner in the office of his gastrointerologist diagnosed him with atypical acid reflux, thankfully, Jeanne and dad weren't buying it. His general practioner sent him to the hospital where tests revealed the problem. While waiting for a bed to open up at Anne Arundel Medical Center he went home to "finish some business" for his church, etc.