We went to the in-laws house today to make another pilgrimage to CostCo. Like many Americans, we make these warehouse pilgrimages periodically to buy 800 rolls of toilet paper and 60 pounds of laundry detergent at a slight discount. It's not just the savings that drives these pilgrimages, it's the peace of mind from knowing that no matter what else happens, I don't have to worry about wiping my... well... wiping comfortably for the next several months. If space aliens descend on us, or zombies take over the world, and the supply chains dry up... I'll still sit comfortably in the bathroom every morning, and walk out of it reasonably clean.
We were supposed to pick up my mother-in-law and head in to CostCo, but when we arrived at my in-laws' house, my father-in-law was home. He was supposed to be at chemotherapy today, but it seems he came home early.
I'll cut to the chase. My father-in-law came home early because they did a CT scan on him today before they started his chemotherapy, and found his body is no longer responding to the treatments. His cancer is growing unchecked at this point. They've kept him going quite well for the past five years or so, but now they've run out of options to treat his cancer. He's been given six months to live.