UPDATE from 6 months ago: My dad is still fighting prostate and bone cancer

Mezostatic prostate cancer that has spread to the spine sounds absolutely fucking terrible.

And it is.

I'm sorry I haven't been here. I haven't abandoned FU. I, LITERALLY, haven't had time for FU, OR ANY OTHER FRIEND GROUP.

My life has just evolved to be around doctor's appointments, going to work, more doctor's appointments, and taking care of Dad's daily tasks and needs on my days off.

I'm here now to say that, dad is still undergoing treatment, BUT EVERY Doctor is saying things are looking good!

We are STILL shouting from the mountain tops: "FUCK CANCER." And I'm here to say that we are, at least, at the moment, just maybe, able to say we are "just the tip" into "FUCKING CANCER."

AND... I know my family is lucky. Dad has Medicare. 1 month of just ONE of his cancer drugs is, at retail, $15,000USD.

Dad's out of pocket, per YEAR, for prescriptions on Medicare is $2100USD.

Dad can make some changes and afford to pay out $2100USD, so that he isn't on the hook for paying $180,000 for the year. Just for ONE drug to treat his cancer.

Just ONE drug.

He is on THREE cancer drugs. ALL of them insanely and stupidly expensive.

Without Medicare I can only guess the drug costs would be close to $900,000USD A YEAR.

Besides the drug costs though,

Dad is feeling better. He no longer has a catheter. He IS getting better.

THIS IS WHAT OUR HEALTHCARE SYSTEM IS SUPPOSED TO DO.

(Sorry if I seem mad or upset. It's just because I am.)

My family isn't in insane medical debt because my father has REALLY good supplemental retirement health insurance that no employer offers anymore.

Meda-GAP. NOT part C. That's all I'm going to say.