Dad was now at home, after being diagnosed with cancer or what looked like cancer. A treatment plan was now in place, including surgery, chemotherapy and some drugs they hoped would target the abnormalities within the tumour cells and by blocking these abnormalities the Dr explained could cause the tumour cells to die. So everyone seemed hopeful the treatment would be successful, so I had to allow myself to be hopeful too.
The Dr said it was likely my Dad had been battling this for quite some time but, by not seeking help from a Dr, he had not known the true seriousness of his condition. So his own stubbornness could have delayed his treatment and potentially could effect the success of any treatment the Dr can actually provide for him; but I did my best not to focus on that and stay hope
