I've been trying not to think about the phone call that Brian and I had yesterday as we headed out to dinner.
We called his mom to make sure that bringing his dad home from the hospital went well.
You know how it is when you hear certain words that whatever comes next is not what you want to hear? When I heard her say "I wanted you to hear this from me," I wanted to shut down and not listen, but I needed to be the fact gatherer.
The cancer has found its way into my father-in-law's bones. While he was in the hospital recovering from the effects of being severely dehydrated and having his kidneys shut down, they decided to take a took at the pain in his back.
In September, while bowling, he did something that put him in pain. A few weeks later, they did x-rays and discovered a fractured vertebrae. There was also something else they saw, but didn't act on. While in the hospital, they did a bone biopsy in his hip and confirmed that the cancer is in the bones.
He goes to see an oncologist next week. They are going to talk about chemo this time. Brian's mom is so scared. I'm struggling to stay positive. It's just...fuck. It's cancer. It's a horrible thing to see a loved one go through. I feel numb on purpose so that I don't lose it.