This all started over my dad's frozen shoulder. My dad could no longer lift his arm above his head. He is extremely active and loves golf. He wanted to be out playing with his buddies so he had to get this shoulder back to good working condition. This began his long journey at multiple doctor's offices.
The first doctor did some blood work in September and found his liver levels were one number above normal. She simply stated that he needed to keep an eye on that number. Time passed and dad endured many physical therapy sessions and even change doctors because he just wasn't having good luck. He finally landed in the best office for him and got the results he was looking for. He had regained great range of motion and was ending his therapy and to him he was almost back to normal. During this time he never stopped playing golf or exercising. So we went in for blood test again when he got called back because his liver levels were off the charts. We didn't understand. The doctor called him back for a sonogram and I remember checking in on my dad and he said, "Well Summer, I'm not pregnant!" His sense of humor and one liners are always my favorites. He then got called in again to do a CT scan. Even at this point none of us seemed to be worried. He then had a follow up with the doctor on Friday, December 19th, to go over the results.
Gavin had his Christmas party that morning so we were super busy. Bill and I then ran over to a job to check on the progress. At some point I remembered my dad's appointment and decided to call him.
He answer and I asked him how did it go. There was complete silence on the phone. Again I asked in a chipper voice how things went. Finally I realized something had gone terribly wrong and little did I know at the time that my world was about to be shattered. He finally muttered he didn't know what to say but that it didn't go well. He never did tell me what exactly it was except somehow he said it was cancer and the doctor had nothing good to say. He told me the doctor really didn't give him any answers to how long he had or what stage he was in. I began to sob.
My sister text me and asked what is was. I said cancer. We went over to their house that night and it was the most somber night we've ever had. They didn't answer to many of our questions but that is was a tumor on his liver. Ashley and I went home and out our kids to bed and immediately called each other and began to discuss all the possibilities. We researched every website we could find. It seemed there was three possibilities that it could be and we had our eye on the one we hoped that it was. Our minds started to wonder about our lives without our dad. We didn't want to think about it but our mind kept taking us there.
The next morning I ran in a 5K and went to Gavin's basketball practice. We all met at moms for lunch. Again the mood was somber. My mom had some projects for the guys and they began them after lunch. The mood was so dull Ashley and I began to be suspicious that there was something more going on. Ashley and I decided to snoop around and find my dad's medical paperwork. What we found was our worst nightmare.
My dad has a Klatskin tumor. The rest of the day we began asking the harder questions and scouring the Internet for answers. I cried off and on all day.