Update

Grandpa went to the doctor's office on Tuesday. His PSA rating, which is a rate that they track or discover the amount or growth of cancer, was at .894 or something of the sort. If he was at .2 something he would have been eligible for an experimental project which they would provide for all his medical costs. They are going to give him estrogen hormonal shots to quell the testosterone feeding cancer. According to my Mom, Grandpa will no put the toilet seat down and ask for directions. I think he's going to obsessive-compulsively watch Oprah. We hope the best for him and have our fingers crossed and our yellow LIVESTRONG bracelets on.