Finally my Dad didn't have to stay at the hospital. His Myeloma is Phase III meaning the cancer is developped and that there is a tumor. Several bones are touched but not all. Also his overal health is quite good. His doctor says it is a slow developping cancer. He will have a catheter next week. Next step is starting the treatment with a combination of medications and chemiotherapy. And the autogreffe after.
This is such a nightmare. I realized I loved my Dad even more than I thought because when I think about him and his cancer, I don't think about me being deprived of his presence, I think about his suffering, about how he must feel right now, how he must be afraid and all.
I wanted to move back to France but this is materially and financially impossible. For now. I am drowning myself into work, trying to take my mind out of it, but I just can't. I just want to hug my Dad. I just want to be with him and my family. I just want to fuck away this asshole of cancer and make it disappear...
