My dad was diagnosed with bladder cancer last year. He went through therapy for it, not quite chemo as it was some kind of TB vacination that kills bladder cancer. that shit did a number on him, to where he ould barely walk. He finished it and recovered fine.
Three months later, they found a grapefruit sized tumor, same cancer, in his leg, a tumor on his rib, more in his bladder, and one more on his liver. He had the leg one removed, and now has a titanium rod for a femur.
currently, he just finished radiation therapy on his leg to kill remaining cells. this did not affect him too much as it was localized. However, he just started his chemotherapy for the rest of the tumors, and it is kicking his ass, but he has high spirits.
I wish I had a happier ending to it all, but that isnt likely here.
Fergie
PS- Sorry, don't mean to frighten you, or depress you, but cancer is freakin serious.