Day 30: I called my mom tonight because I still hadn't heard about the cat scan and mom said, "Oh my gosh, did I forget to call you. I have too many kids, I always forget someone." I laughed. She's right, she has eight of us, it's hard to keep track. Anyhow, the scan came back and said sure enough he has a good sized dark spot on his lung, so they need to biopsy it. He goes in Thursday for that. My dad said he doesn't know why he's doing this because he's not going through treatment if it's cancer. He's not strong enough. Quality over quanity. Believe it or not, I'm not that shaken up. The doctor has prepared them for the worst, just in case and dad is fine with that. He said he was lucky he's been here for 87 years and if he can live just one or two more, then so be it. My mom is the one that isn't taking it well. She's going blind and her heart isn't good, so she's afraid she'll be left behind. It's so sad when they get older. There is nothing you can say to reasure them that things will be fine. Hell, I don't know that I'm going to be fine in a year or two. We just have to live well and enjoy life. My dad does just that. And for this, I am very grateful. I have many reasons to be thankful when it comes to my dad. And by the way, here's to the biopsy coming back benign.