my dad. He has a 3.5 cm cancerous tumor in his lungs that has not metastasized and can be cut out fairly simply. "Simply" here is relative, of course. I can say this because it is not my lung. This begs the question: Why hasn't the U.S. adopted the metric system? As it stands, poor little American scientists have to convert everything. It's not like we lack the methods to standardize measurements. We don't need to use body parts for reference, though if you'd like to, Dad's tumor is a little larger than the length of your thumb from the tip to the first knuckle. As an American who adores my independence from the Queen, I'm not sure why we are compelled to rely on our Imperial Measurement-based system. In some cases, we aren't.
Back to Dad. He also has a mass on his right adrenal gland. Fortunately, Dad, like the rest of us, has two of these so losing one won't be a huge deal. Although, I do worry that lightening up his right side will make him even more left-leaning and therefore an outlaw in my state of residence (ARIZONA).
Dad will have two surgeries to remove the masses and will be in the hospital until next week or so. My brilliant brother, true to his word, is going to take care of Daddy with the help of my grandmother, who is ridiculously strong and healthy and amazing. My mother and her husband are checking in on Dad too. My grandmother's neighbor, a doctor, is calling in appropriate professional courtesies. Dad's friends are providing a steady stream of visitors, entertainment, and frustration. All this attention, adoration, and love coming his way annoys my dad, which I think is hysterical since he's always the belle of the ball. YOU SHOULDN'TA GOT CANCER DAD!