Things are bad.
Dad isn't doing well. At all. He is SO tired. He keeps saying he's done and he's sorry. We tell him that there's no reason to be sorry. No one could have done this better than he has.
His cancer has taken over his whole body and destroyed most of his organs. There are new cancer cells which have mutated and are growing rapidly and are impossible for the doctors to treat. This is an incredibly rare, and very aggressive form of Multiple Myeloma and in a strange way, makes us feel a little better. The "what if?" game doesn't apply here. Without a miracle completely from God, there's nothing we could have done, or can do to change things.
It may be time to let him go, but how do you let go of someone who makes your world make sense in a way that only a dad does?
And the rest of the family is still trying to get here in time. Please pray for them.
Unless there is that beam-of-light type miracle we are going to have to say goodbye to my dad. Very soon. Too soon for me. My brave and amazing dad who makes everything better. I wish with everything in me that I could make it better.