No more Keytruda. He is home on hospice. I believe the pneumonitis has taken its’ toll and a sudden massive disease progression left us no alternatives. We were all shocked. Even at 85 he is not prepared to die and we had such good early results so we thought. We prayed we would make it to point where would be able to get Keytruda. I am not sure if the massive and sudden distal disease progression was hyperprogression from immunotherapy or just a nasty aggressive cancer.

My dad had things he was looking forward to. We were planning an each trip but he is too weak. My mom is devastated. My sister and I are loving and supporting them both as they need it.

I am hoping the spiritual counselor will help us reframe our perspectives and we can stop crying. We value life, celebrate health and have gratitude for all the 84 years of amazing living. It’s been a beautiful ride for my dad with plot twist he never could have imagined.