I spent most of the weekend in the hospital. My uncles were around, and my
mom, and my husband even came to the hospital to see how my father was
doing. I finished two books this weekend, and did some sketching in the
visiting room, and all the hours seemed to run together. Dad was up a good
deal of the time, joking with his nurses and doctors, and us. His color is
much much better than it was Christmas day, when he could hardly sit and
open gifts with us.

I did get to do a bit of gaming, finally reached Vole’s shadow dancer
prestige class.
(pardon if this ends up a repost, having trouble posting this)

The doctors pushed the test on my dad.s cancer through, and they just got
the results. Looks like it.s in stage 3. There are only 4 stages. Stage
four is the really bad one, but stage 3 is not good at all. They are
finding that the cancer came from the muscle or something. I really don’t
understand the details.

But the good news is that he is getting discharged today, and will be able
to meet with the new surgeon and an oncologist this week. He.s up and
walking around, and feeling loads better than he has in weeks.

He meets with a surgeon and an oncologist this week. Treatments to start
soon.