When I talked to my dad this morning, he had finally gotten an "official" prognosis. The doctor said 6-12 months, maybe as long as 2 years. Not great. But at least we know what we are dealing with.
While I am certainly a realist when it comes to bad stuff like this, I'm also an eternal optimist. By no means do any of us plan to let this take him away without a fight. And for any of you who actually know my dad, you know that beating the odds is something he has always had a knack for. Horse kicks to the face, diving into the shallow end of the swimming hole, multiple car accidents, being struck by lightening; I'm sure there are some others that escape my memory at the moment. So we'll see.
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