My BIL, A, has recently "completed" (?) a double mastectomy *and* chemo and radiation therapy for an unrelated lung cancer. Called him yesterday to check in with him. He sounded great, actually. And my sister, Y, saying hi in the background. She took the phone and told me she had an upper endoscopy scheduled for Thursday, wish me luck, etc. I told her "break a leg", ha ha.
About 1030 last night A called me from her phone saying they were in the ER and Y had just been given a diagnosis of "terminal pancreatic cancer".
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What the actual fucking fuck?!
A had to travel to a different hospital for a blood draw today and Y had had more tests all night and a biopsy (or more) today, the results of which are still unknown to me.
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