I have a neighbor, and friend, a friend who has helped me find the bottom of a few bottles of bourbon. Just last week he was diagnosed with kidney cancer. Not a little either. The tumor is 6cm x 10cm x 10cm. The MRI showed it has spread to a local blood vessel, and liver. My attempts to find out how bad is bad, have been well not good. I haven’t heard a complete diagnosis, but it looks to be stage 4. Stage 4 isn’t bad, it is the worst possible.
He went in yesterday for surgery to remove the tumor, I suppose graft in a new blood vessel, and probably shave off the growth on the liver. I don’t know yet. Havent heard the results or the prognosis.
I fear the worst. Cancer is a bitch.
UPDATE: I just got the call from my strangely upbeat neighbor. They could not operate, it would have killed him. It is stage 4. It is also in both lungs. No cure. They can give him medicine to slow its progress, but it’s just a matter of time.
The doctors could not believe that with the level of cancer he has, that he is still bright eyed, bushy tailed, and full of vigor. Most people with this level of cancer are in wheelchairs and a lot of pain. I suppose if there is a silver lining that is it.
He intends to live what life he has left to the fullest. He has the unique circumstance none of us really want, that is he knows it is coming, and knows how it will go. He said he might come over later for a snort, when he gets some bush hogging done. I know I could use one.