Oh fuck. Today my father was supposed to have chemo but his defences are to low, so they didn’t make the chemotherapy. And he’s skin and eyes is a bit yellow-ish again so there’s a problem with the prosthesis they put on his pancreas. We are still waiting the call from the doctors but the next week he’s going to have a scan to see what’s happened. He need to rest, because he’s always feeling sick and tired and the lost a lot of weigh. And he can’t sleep well. Well no one on my house can sleep. It’s been age since I sleep 7 hours on a roll.

Damn cancer. We have the worst luck ever :(