bad news comes in how many...?

Some of you may recall these posts about my uncle Mick. Mick and M.[[his wife, my aunt]] were actually around Minnesota a lot this past summer, so that Mick could get chemo and radiation treatment at Mayo clinic for his stomach cancer. They're usually in Michigan, so you can imagine how much my g-ma, as well as my cousins [[two of their daughters, and their families / significant others]] enjoyed having them nearby, as did the rest of us.

When the school year started, they were back to Saginaw so M. could teach. Mick still had regular appointments with his oncologists, and treatments, and tests. We've heard some good reports and some bad reports these last few months.

Today, we heard from Mick. He had a meeting with his oncologist. At the last meeting, we learned the cancer had not spread to his liver, thankfully, although his continued drastic weight loss is still a problem.

At this most recent meeting, we learned that the cancer has for certain spread to his pelvic region. Mick and M. asked if anything could be done. His oncologist mentioned something experimental, that not only wasn't guaranteed to work, he couldn't suggest that it would prolong life at all.

His oncologist estimates that he has 2 months to live, maybe less.

And all this just 2-2.5 months after Hope, his younger sister, passed away...