So for those who are interested, here's a update on Dad's health and whatnot. He sees his cancer doctor tomorrow, so we may know more tomorrow afternoon. In the meantime, we do know Dad has cancer on his liver. He got his CAT scan results back Friday morning. It's been a long weekend. X.=.x

Dad's family doctor said it looks like the colon cancer he had in 2005 is back and has spread across his liver. His previous cancer was on his colon and attached to his intestine. It was the size of a softball when they removed it. Then he went through 12 rounds of chemo that made him lose sixty pounds, not want to eat, and generally feel like crap. Since defeating his cancer back then he has become severely diabetic. Severely. I mean three shots of insulin a day, one before every meal, and pills at night to help keep his blood sugar stable. Normal is 100. When he found out he was diabetic, he went to the ER at 1255! His blood was syrup. =/

Dad can barely get out of bed now. He doesn't do anything for himself or his animals. We need to find homes for two dogs and two cats, so PLEASE let me know if you or someone you know might be interested in them. We can't afford to drive up and down the road every day to care for his pets and ours. x.=.x

Dad called us at 3am on Friday to ask us to drive there and help him off the floor. He had fallen out of bed at 10pm, decided he was just too tired to get up, slept on the floor, and then woke up at 3. He called us then because he had to go to the bathroom. Not because, you know, he was stuck laying in the floor for hours, couldn't get up, and had bruises all down his arm. After keeping us up for an hour worrying, he managed to get the dog in the room so his friend Dan could get to him (scared of dogs...) and help him up. For the second night in a row, I got almost no sleep.

Saturday was Eevee's first birthday! We took her and Dad to Cici's for lunch to celebrate. That was fine until we went to leave. Dad could not get himself to his feet from sitting in the booth. Ragnar (my husband) tried to lift him up and couldn't. Anyone who knows Ragnar knows that is no small feat. We had to ask a cop who was there eating and walked up to help us get Dad up and to the car. Once Dad was standing, he could walk fine and walked on his own out to the car. He said he has trouble getting up and it makes his stomach hurt. He was actually pointing to his liver, so I'm fairly certain the cancer is affecting his ab muscles and preventing him from lifting himself to his feet. I don't know if it's because the cancer(s) are pushing on the muscles or if it's already spread to them, but he can't get up on his own once he is lower down than a high-sitting chair.

I have no idea what to do anymore. My family has outright refused to come out here and help us. Instead of rushing to this state to help their father when he's dying - and he has convinced himself rightly so that he is - they all told me to "deal with it." My sister's exact words were that I needed to "be involved." Involved? I've been driving 30 minutes each way every day to his house to feed and walk his dogs, feed and clean up after his cats, and make him whatever food we can scrape up. Dad was going to food pantries to get expired food to live off of, but now he can't get up long enough to do that. We can't afford to feed him or the gas to keep driving there every day. We could really use any help we can get at this point... -.=.-;;