With a softball size tumor on his neck "better" is a relative term. I'll keep up my daily prayers and check in with the current caregivers (my father and now an inlaw). As I mentioned before there is no return from a terminal diagnosis, the best I can hope for is following his wishes and chasing away anyone bothering him. Thanks yall for listening and letting me vent my frustrations here as they come. Looks to be a few more weeks at this point, I'm not happy to see him go but I hate to see him like this and I know he hates it too.