...so, some of you may recall that journal from 2 years ago where I mentioned my dad was diagnosed with pulmonary emphysema.

Turns out, shit was far worse than we thought. Earlier this year, they discovered some benign tumors in his chest area and quickly began with the treatment. While it was mostly successful, there was one particularly risky tumor that was too close to the heart to be treated, so they left it be.

Fast forward to a month ago, and this tumor came back with a vengeance, spreading all over his lungs and throat, which is why his medications were becoming less and less effective. For past few weeks he was bedridden, and as time went on it was harder and harder for him to breathe and speak coherently. Last night however, was the worst. We had no choice but to call ER, and he was quickly taken to the hospital where he was hooked up to a respirator. It's obvious to all of us that he doesn't have much time left, and I'm trying to prepare myself for the inevitable. I don't know nor do I want to guess just how much time he has left.

I will keep you all posted on his situation.