My little brother has been diagnosed with terminal cancer.  They say he has a 50/50 chance of living two years.  He was the baby in the family, I am the older sister and at times functioned in a motherly fashion to him in our disfunctional family. 

I can hardly believe this has happened to him and I just want it all to be a bad dream and to wake up and find it's not true.  Where are the magical cures?  

On the 10th of next month he will have extensive surgery removing parts of his mouth and that general area.  He was always a "pretty boy" and it seems such a cruel thing to attack him like this, but more than that to take him from us so soon. They are going to operate on him for about 14 hours.  At first he just opted to go in three months without all of the surgery and chemotherapy, but changed his mind.  I hope it's worth it to him, this additional time he may live on this earth. 

How does one cope when a loved one is under attack by this horrible disease?  Just one day at a time I guess.