Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about

My father-in-law has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Last weekend we went down to Southern California for his surgery. He underwent something called the Whipple Procedure, which is damn invasive but may well also save his life. It's all happened so fast. That seems to be the case with that son of a bitch we call cancer. Adam's handling it as best as he can, which is to say he's being pretty quiet and fairly stoic about it, while at the same time being as supportive as he can be. It's truly sad to me because his father is the member of his family I feel closest to. We don't talk on the phone or really exchange emails or anything like that, but he's just a very human and open-hearted person. I made the mistake of looking up odds and survival rates while I was sleepless in the LA hotel room. Bad idea. I wound up bawling and waking Adam up, which sucked because I felt so damn selfish. He needed his sleep. But his dad leaves the hospital tomorrow and we'll see what happens from there. We'll see.