Thanks guys. M&D are both 71 going on 72. Both cases usually have higher survival rates. But Dad's tumor is wrapped around the pulmonary artery and he had a blood clotting issue. Just really bad luck on location. Mom's tumor is low, might end up with a bag. But pet is showing some additional lymph system activity, so her battle post op will continue.
Dad was a cop for 30 years, he's spent his life knowing death was right around the corner or through the next door. So have all the family, so having some certainty is actually oddly comfortable.
Its the last game we suit up for, so make the most of your career.
Amen Brother....Amen......great saying....!!!
now go out and hit a Home Run.......I know ya' will......
My own Mom had breast and lymph node cancer.....survived it for 5 years, yet no return of the Cancer, while COPD and CGH, along with Scoliosis Kyphosis of the Cervic's, took her down a year ago, last Mother's Day. She couldn't swallow the last 2 months of her life....Became her care taker daily the last 8 months of her life, along with the bi-weekly help of a local Hospice's home care....that was hard....but we knew it was coming....that
does make it easier, tho' at times, no it doesn't...
Buried my Brother/Son on Valentine's Day, passed but a week after his own B'Day (also the Anniversary of The Challenger Incident).....no forewarning really, was waiting for him to pick me up to have lunch, and he never showed up. Sudden loss/departure can be real hard to take. His loss was a 1000 volt shock to my sense's, leveled me to the floor.....still does.....yet, you said it, "this game may be your last", and I knew that, prepared for it, yet- can one prepare enough...?
So to me, it was:
Happy effing Valentine's Day, "Here's a Truck Stop instead of Saint Peter's" for bro-, as well Mom's Day will never be the same neither....tho' regardless, we keep it special, dear to our hearts, infamy....eternal in our hearts.
Or as Neal Peart said: "We Are eternal for a short time in THIS life"
any way ya' cut it, -
I know too well now, you've mentioned your Dad was a Cop, death is always around the door. Odd tho' when my bro- told me he passed the LASD Academy, was the ONLY time we ever got in an argument......
The reason-
was, I saw a sight in my head, vision or premonition call it.....but damn it, that pic in my head, was exactly the same pic, same background wall color, coffin color, right down to the Red roses, on those Yellow crosses; and a big Red Carnation Heart....incl. the Honor Guards,.....damn it, I saw all that some 18 years prior in my vision.....
Even when my bro was still alive, it took me a bit, to make peace with myself, that bro-could be gone any day at anytime, which I came to make my Life Long Koan....one that always reminded me prior to his loss: enjoy each breath it may be your last.....many know the time of their departure, and some don't, even more reason to live life fully each passing breath...and moment....say the things you mean to; never hold back.....
Don't mean to preach.....not at all......just showing ya' we care, and feel your pains my friend.
Now-HR time.....!! go get 'em.....
NOT.........!!!!!!!!!!!!
(since promptness doesn't count, even when I'm using a old effing modem, and get this Windows 98***, now that should count for double jeopardy points). On bad days, it can take up to 12 minutes to bring up a page, can't stream videos either. One good days takes a minute or two. 
