We all begin the painful task of sharing the news with our family and friends. Shock and disbelief seem to continue to be the responses from loved ones. The support and love for our dad is encouraging and he, though in quiet acceptance of this new reality, seems determined, willful, and with resolve to find the best treatments out there.
He is scheduled for his PET scan and MRI of his brain for the following day. Results of both will help the teams of doctors determine disease staging. We pray, pray, pray that the tumor is localized.
Dad is scheduled to see his oncologist in Milwaukee on Friday. Dr. Jonathan Treisman is a familiar name. He treated and cared for our dad's sister Rose during her battle with cancer. In the meantime, we have scheduled a consultation in Chicago with Dr. Phillip Hoffman, an oncologist who specializes in malignancies of the chest. Dr. Hoffman's name was highly recommended by doctors known by Gina and me. We confirm our Dad's insurance would allow this visit. Dr. Hoffman wants to see our Dad after all initial scans. We schedule our visit with him on Wednesday, March 4th at the University of Chicago.
It is Ash Wednesday. Our mom and dad try to stay busy all day. They drive to mass, park in their usual spot, and attend Ash Wednesday services. Following mass, our dad shuffles for his car keys in his pockets. They are missing. Mom hands him her keys. When they reach the car, there is a parking ticket. Oh well...weekday parking prohibited. Then they realize that our dad had left the keys in the car...in the ignition...and that the car was still running! Everyone is a mess. Poor dad...his nerves are all over the place. We all get a good laugh out of the goof.
PET and MRI scans take place Thursday morning. The waiting and the praying continues...
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