My dad is supposed to get word today on whether or not Chemo is shrinking his tumor. The last x-ray showed it was the size of an orange. Not sure how long ago that was.. possibly when they diagnosed him back in late August.

What I find wierd is that not knowing is almost as agonizing as finding out he had cancer in the first place. I mean, if the case is that it's not shrinking, it's almost like another death sentence. That might sound rediculous, but that's where my head's at right now. I've just been praying for the best. And if the best doesn't turn out, then I'll just have to deal with that.