and, frankly, I'm not either. I truly thought the meds were still working based on how he was feeling & his bloodwork.

But they weren't. And several of the tumors have grown & he has new tumors in his bones pretty much everywhere from the hips up.

Dr Tannir said he should be eating oxycodone pills like candy.... He's not so at least that's a blessing.

They gave him an infusion to help strengthen his bones & hopefully keep his spine, ribs (several of which have broken), and hips from collapsing.

They're also changing him to another medication (if they can get insurance to approve it) for the next 3 months while the head of experimental medicine at the Univ of Texas/Md Anderson Cancer Center reviews his genetic testing info and tries to match him up with a trial that's either currently running or getting ready to start. We'll meet with them in January. Hoping/praying they can come up with something.

This has realy hit him hard. Many tears over the past few days. He's realized that there isn't going to be a happy ending & that at some point - and likely a lot sooner than he anticipated - this crap is going to win. He messaged the kids this morning about taking care of his parents' ashes. (He wants to dump his dad's down around our dog graveyard because he loved them so much. And his mom's up around the blackberries because she was always so proud of hers & that's where our plants came from.) Said he doesn't want me to have to deal with them.

I don't know what to say... I just keep trying to take each day as it comes...