This past July, those 2 years came to an end. My father started getting weaker and weaker. We tried chemo again, but he again had awful reactions to it and it wasn't doing anything positive. So we prepared for the end.
The end is now. My father's basically non-responsive at this point. Hospice is doing a wonderful job, but at this point we are down to days to perhaps a week (or longer if my dad keeps fighting. He's always been a fighter).