| and so it ended this week
I am feeling slightly detached while I write this; maybe that's good, or not.
My father's fight against pancreatic cancer ended this week; The fates were bad to us, taking him in a time window when no family members were present. At least much of his battle against the invader did not have extreme pain.
Pancreatic cancer is filthy; by the time symptoms occur it's already been growing for a good bit of time. It is located deep inside the body, where it can cause lots of mayhem by pushing/pinching organs.
For my father's situation by the time a whipple was ready to be performed the tumor had grown too close to blood vessels, creating a major risk that the surgery would be deadly to him. So just chemo and radiation were available. Pancreatic cancer can be very stubborn, and resist shrinkage by these tactics.
Right now I am making myself busy; there are plenty of arrangements to have the final goodbye, along with sorting the collection of financial and personal items. Every document with his handwriting is like an item written by a ghost.
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