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DL,

I brought my Dad to the hospital yesterday to speak to an oncologist regarding the cancerous tumor he had removed from his colon a few weeks ago. He explained all the chemo options to Dad and told him that, by having the chemo, he would increase his chances of the cancer not returning by about 70%. Then he told him that he'd have to have daily chemo for 6 weeks, get 2 weeks off for his body to recuparate, then repeat the process...for 5 months. Dad said, "Thanks, but no thanks!" He's 87, just plain too tired, and he misses Mom too much. I guess I can't blame him. On the way back from the hospital he was very quiet then said to me, "You know what I want?" I figured he wanted to talk about final arrangements or something, but instead he said, "I want a double Whopper...with fries!" I was kinda shocked until he said, "What's it gonna do...kill me?" So we both laughed like hell and went to Burger King.