Monday, the procedure failed miserably.
Tuesday, the 9TS went to the gym with his fellow gym rats and then on to lunch.
Wednesday, the 9TS had some trouble catching his breath going up and down the stairs.
Thursday, we had scans done at Moffitt . . . and were told that his lungs were full of cancer. So full, his blood stats were 77. Normal is 98. That's a big deal. We were also told the cancer had spread to his brain. Bottom line: two weeks. Maybe a month.
Boom, just like that. Tuesday he went to the gym and walked on a treadmill for an hour. Today he is downstairs in a hospital bed struggling to catch his breath. He has a nurse. He has hospice. He is on oxygen.
How can that be?
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