I'm back from Coachella, which was hella fun. I will post pictures, stories, and analysis later, once I'm done with my ridiculous solve-a-world-problem-in-seven-pages English assignment.
I also finally spoke to my dad's doctor. I'm really glad I prepared myself for the worst before I called because it's the worst. The cancer is in his lymph nodes and bones. I don't have to be an oncologist to understand how completely fucked he is based on that information alone. His Gleason score is 9. He is showing early signs of improvement from the hormone therapy - his PSA levels have dropped from 2500 to 1500 - but we won't know for certain how well the treatment is working for another three months. If he responds well, he could have five years. If not, twelve months. I don't know what to do. I'm not panicking or anything, I just don't know if I should drop everything and visit him now (impossible anyhow) or later (very difficult, but possible), or when it will be too late, or what I should do.