To continue back to July of 2009, after my father found out he had cancer, he had a very rough day the next day in the hospital. He was sore from surgery and I feel he was just mentally exhausted. His catheter was bothering him, but he would only talk to me about his problems. My mom and sister and I were all there, but he for some reason felt better telling me things when they weren't there. So, I spent some time alone with him and just watched the news or took care of what he needed.
Dr. Cline was optimistic that we could fight this cancer. He introduced us to Dr. Jalil, the oncologist. Dr. Jalil met with us and said we would wait until the biopsy returned to determine the next course of treatment.
Since my dad had major abdominal surgery, and now his entire internal abdomen needed to reshift due to the removal of those 2 cantaloupe sized tumors, he was going to be in the hospital longer than we had anticipated. We would wait for the results and see what we needed to do next.
Considering the surgery my dad went through and also the mental battle of knowing he had cancer, he did so amazing recovering from the surgery. He was home and back on his feet before anyone could believe it. We had received the devistating news that his cancer was melanoma. The oncologist/surgeon could not find an initial point where it had started on his body.
We had our meeting with the oncologist who decided that my dad was healing so well from the surgery, and was still functional and feeling well, that we would not undergo any chemo until he started showing symptoms. Since this was a terminal diagnosis, Dr. Jalil decided we shouldn't put him through the trials of chemotherapy when chemo wasn't guaranteed to work plus he may have side effects. We all agreed and we wanted to enjoy the good time we had left, and he only had 2 small spots in his adrenal gland and 1 small spot in his liver at this point.
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