This man is amazing. Everyone who is reading this right now already knows this. You wouldn't be reading if you weren't concerned about him. You know what a great father, husband, son, brother, uncle, grandpa, neighbor and friend he is. You've been checking in to make sure he's doing OK. You've remembered him in your prayers. You've witnessed his miracles. You've been cheering him along all this time.
This man is a fighter. He was back on his bike again today, riding ten miles before heading to the hospital for platelets. When we got together earlier tonight, gathered in Mom's family room either in person or via Skype, we discussed Dad's options: hospice or treatments with adverse side effects. We discussed the side effects and how the treatment might buy Dad an extra week. We asked Dad how he felt about it. His response? "If it gives me another week, I'll take it." He is not at all ready to stop fighting.
This man is my hero. It's impossible to convey how much love, admiration, respect, appreciation and pride I have in him. Thank you for your support. Thank you for your prayers. And thank you Dad, for fighting. Semper fi.
Love, Nan