Small update:
Surgery is scheduled for July 22nd.
He'll be seen by, supposedly, the best doctor for this type of cancer surgery in the region, or something - Dr. Christopher Mitchell in Delaware, a urologist. Apparently, this is the soonest availability he has. I don't know the difference between #1 and #2, but I'd imagine it would be more important to see him sooner than it would be to have a better doctor.
Unfortunately, this lands in the middle of our annual family vacation to the beach, so he and my mom will be leaving midway through that week to accommodate this.
The findings from that procedure will pretty much be make-or-break. My dad, my brother, and I are fine. My mom is more of a wreck. My sister, who basically disowned us all about 2-3 years ago, doesn't know, and we don't plan to inform her at this time.
It's Thursday now, so I'm debating whether I should bother going out and trying to have a good time this weekend. The past 2 weeks have been pretty sh**, and I was quite depressed last weekend for the 4th; I didn't go anywhere or do anything. Throughout the last 2 weeks, I've had a pretty consistent string of negatives without positives, culminating in the news I presented in this thread.
On one hand, I've been pretty depressed, and this might be the last "fun" weekend for a while, depending on the results from that appointment. It might benefit me to get out and try to have fun and be around some women and maybe a friend or two.
On the other hand, I don't know if I'll be able to have fun, or if I'll get more emotional about the situation when I'm drunk, or if the night will be spent with my friends offering sympathy rather than trying to shed a positive light.
That's where I'm at right now. Cautiously optimistic, but that very much depends on what happens come the 22nd.