We went to the medical oncologist (who will be called the chemo doc) and the pulmonologist (who will be called the lung doc) today. It turns out my doctor was wrong. The Big Guy is not stage three; he is stage four. More suckage.
BG starts chemo tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, I'm really glad all of these doctors are jumping right in and getting things going. But...it's a little scary that these doctors are starting things so fast. When was the last time you had a doctor start any treatment the very next day?
I gotta tell you, and let's keep it between us, I'm pretty fucking scared.