This is alittleoffkey's post from the Horse forum [Will is her fiancé]:
This weekend Will's dog Foxy, who they've had for over 13 years, was
put down. She had cancer, but the tumors had reached her lungs and she
was sneezing blood... everywhere (and had been for a good hour, at
least 
).
Tonight, before I go to bed, I've found out that my Papa, who was run
over by his tractor this past summer, is having to go to the doctor
three times this week because his PSA (aka: cancer count) has risen to
24. 24 is "the dreaded number" - he's probably going to have to start
chemo next month. At almost 83 (April 24th) chemo isn't really that
cool on your system (not that it's good to begin with but... you know
what I mean), but if the doctor says "Jump" (minus his perpetual
consumption of candy, despite having pre-diabetes aka sugar) Papa says
"how high?". He's had chemo before, but he was in his late 60s at the
time.
I don't really have much else to say, I'd really
appreciate your thoughts and prayers. As I said in another thread - I'm
a Papa's girl. 
God doesn't hand us more than we can handle, right?