The cancer shot across the bow.

It isn't entirely clear that Pops is devoid of any further cancer stuff elsewhere in his body but at least the chunk they found will be extracted from him tomorrow. Cancer is a nasty one, that, and it definitely could be much worse than it seemingly is going to be. It sort of feels like a dodged bullet if it goes as quickly and simply as it is planned to. It kind of felt that way with my brother, too. So, with a bit of trepidation, we push on forward through the coming days and weeks. Then, once the memory of its potential intensity drains away, and the news of reported fitness arrives(or the lack of reported danger), we resume our blissfully ignorant march into the future. And I doubt Pops would have it any other way.