Where Do I Begin?

I honestly am not even sure how to go about talking about this topic. It's something I never imagined having to talk about, because once I mention it and hit post, it'll all become a reality for me. I've been keeping strong for the past few days and I think I'll be okay. Here goes nothing..
My dad has been sick for about a year now. He's seen multiple doctors and specialists and it's been a back and forth process. It felt like nothing got accomplished and they just kept giving him all of these prescriptions that weren't figuring out the issue. Apparently, he had Edema and Pneumonia. He had swelling in his legs that just wouldn't go down until they tried giving him a few different medications. It finally helped and the swelling went down.
The other day he went and got some scans done on himself and as soon as he got back home, he got a call from a technician saying he needs to see a doctor as soon as possible. He tried telling her his doctor was on vacation until Tuesday but she told him not to wait that long, it was urgent.
We all sort of knew what she meant by this..
So, he got a hold of his doctor. He was brought to the ER and he's being kept for a few days to do testing. My mom has been texting and calling me letting me know how everything is going while I'm at work. I hated going to work. I felt like such a piece of shit for leaving my mother to take care of this and for leaving my father while he obviously is not in okay condition. What am I going to do, though? Sit in the hospital for hours while he waited for a room until 5 in the morning? There's not much I can do, honestly. I know it was best to just continue of with life until we finally got some kind of news and course of action.
Last night Kryss and I picked my mom up from the hospital after work.
My dad has prostate cancer. It spread to his chest.. and spine.
That fucking hit like a ton of bricks.
No one wants to hear that C word, no matter what. Once the word cancer comes into play, everything changes. The strongest of men will break. Cancer is no joke and the word will make anyone cringe into a fit.
The doctor talked to my parents last night and he says he feels good about this. Medication and radiation should take care of the cancer in his system. He doesn't think it's bad at all and thinks my dad will make a full recovery and lead a normal life again. Of course, it's not going to be easy and he's going to have to work at it.
They started my father on medication yesterday at 4 P.M and he seems to be doing well, he's staying positive and he's walking again, something he struggled with a few days ago.
Bad things always seem to hit my family. I'm keeping a positive attitude and trying to continue on with things like normal. This doctor seems to know his shit, he is a specialist for prostate cancer and he feels good about this situation, so I'll trust him.
We're hoping for the best. Hopefully this medication and radiation can kick the cancer in the ass and get it out of his system. The man has been sick for the past year so he definitely deserves a break.