Adenocarcinoma. That's what my dad has. What's genuinely fucked up is that he was diagnosed just recently but he's already in the fourth stage of the disease. There is no one tumor now that can be removed.
The chemotherapy has since cut my dad's weight by fifty pounds-- he's a twig. His intestines are currently all backed up, which has made him especially miserable. It is incredibly painful to see my father in this state.
Cancer is not fun. I never stopped to think about it because before this I wasn't around anyone with such a disease for very long. I actually once thought it was a simple thing where the doctor tells you you're going to die and so you die. It's just not that simple. It's a painful, ongoing segment of misery for every last person involved.
