Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts

Sunday, October 11, 2009

So what kind of cancer is it?

If you expect that someone that has smoked for sixty-seven of his eighty years might contract lung cancer, you'd be correct. Yes, dad started smoking at the age of thirteen using the only 'tobacco' available to country folk at the time, "rabbit tobacco". It is, apparently, what the kid's of that day and time smoked.

It did not, according to Pop, have any hallucinatory side effects. Which, should that have been the case, would have provided for a law banning the inhalation of said weed. And it is from I've gleaned, just that, a weed. A weed that, to this day, still grows wild wherever wild weeds grow.

Anyway, back to the cancer. The diagnosis is that of "poorly differentiated adenocarcinoma'. It is aggressive (it wasn't there in late August) and, surprisingly, is prevalent not only in smokers, but also in women and those that have NEVER smoked.

I'll try to provide more detail later. Today has been long and, frankly, in the past two days I've been bombarded with so much information, I'm still trying to process everything.