At least, that's what I keep expecting to find out. It's kind of a foggy non-reality right now. The same is true for the rest of the family.
Of course, this entire week has not been the greatest spring break ever. Only fitting that we end it with news of cancer. And for my daughter.
I'm her father. All I can do is call doctors and research and hug her. It doesn't feel like enough. I'm frustrated, confused and angry, too. I try to convince myself that when we next meet with the doctors, they will say, "Oops, we made a mistake. Our bad."