Mom updated me on Dad’s Cancer today. The biopsy results show he has Bladder Cancer In Situ, meaning it is in the tissue and can’t be removed. It is considered a high-grade Cancer and if left untreated it will spread. Unfortunately because it is high-grade there are only two real treatments, Immunotherapy or Chemo. In a couple of weeks he will start Immunotherapy.
Here’s a little tidbit on what Immunotherapy entails, from Medscape,
“Currently, bacillus Calmette-Guérin (BCG) is a live attenuated strain of Mycobacterium bovis and is the only agent approved by the US Food and Drug Administration as the primary therapy of carcinoma in situ (CIS; see image below) of the bladder. BCG supplanted cystectomy as the treatment of choice for CIS in the mid 1980s.BCG therapy also reduces the risk of recurrence and BCG therapy with ongoing maintenance therapy reduces the risk of progression in patients with high-grade nonmuscle invasive bladder cancer”.
Hopefully this is the only treatment he’ll need. As everyone knows, Chemotherapy is not an easy route to have to go. Thankfully Dad has always had a pretty hefty immune system, except for the Cancer, so I think he’ll respond well to the treatment. Still it’s a scary diagnosis and just as scary options.
Adding to the @cardsagainsthumanity collection. #bestgameever #agameforhorriblepeople #cardsagainsthumanity
My husband took this portrait of me next to one of my favorite murals on a wall in downtown Las Vegas.
Not gonna lie, this is probably the coolest picture I’ve ever had taken of me.
I took a cool picture! Well I just took a picture, my wife looking like a bad ass made it cool.
“Race is there; it exists. You’re tired of hearing about it? Imagine how fucking exhausting it is living it.” -Jon Stewart
That’s something no one ever wants to hear and up until yesterday words that my mother had only uttered to me 3 times before. All were to inform me of a grandparents illness. Cancer to be exact. Her mother was diagnosed with colon cancer at a very early age and died within the year. My dad’s father was diagnosed a few years later with prostate cancer and then my mother’s father not long after. Luckily they managed to live quite awhile longer than their doctor’s prognosis.