Last night was a night I will never forget. My mother called me to come over at 9pm to stay with my Father so she could run to the grocery store. She also wanted to have me see the bleeding and help them decide if a trip to the hospital was warranted. After I arrived, we called the surgeon. He basically said that the incision is not healing because the cancer is advancing. There is nothing they can do. This was not what any of us wanted to hear. So, I stayed with my father and my mother went to the store. We talked the whole time. It was wonderful. He told me in his own way that he was ready for the end. I never imagined how hard it would be to see him decline and suffer. I want him to get a second opinion - I want the doctors to care - I want him to have a little time. I can't change things and this is just so hard.