The dreaded "C" word...

Well we all knew it, we all were aware of it, but one is never really prepared for the dreaded "C" word. Tuesday I got a call from my dad and after asking him how he was doing, he admitted "not so good" and that he was going to the hospital the next morning. I guess after overhearing me asking my mom to send him to the doctor as we said good_bye at the airport, he decided for himself to make an appointment with the dermatologist. It still took him a while to make it but the appointment was past Monday. The doc told him right a way that there was no need for him to take a closer look at it, because there was no way that is was anything good and easy fixable and he registered him at the hospital for Wednesday. The hospital is a teaching hospital and a state of the art facility. So I guess Wednesday morning my brother and mother took him up there, for the next two days he had countless tests done and prework done for the scheduled surgery on Friday. Well Friday came and the surgery was started at 8 am and finished at 12. According to my mom dad was quite alert and fit and walking around when she got there for 3 pm. Now the wait is on to find out if and how far it has spread. So we all just hope and pray for the best.