Stage IIIa non small cell squamous cell carcinoma of the left bronchus.
He suffers no more.
Dad died this morning, June 14th. We brought him to the hospital yesterday and he was admitted around 7pm.
I can't wish him back.
Not to the life he just left. Not to the shrunken man he'd become.
Cancer is an evil son of a bitch and steals you, inch by inch by inch. Cancer is a steady burn, like a candle wicks decline.