Wasn't sure what to expect

Suzanne was able to get mom, dad, Steven and the RV home. Thank goodness. It's been a tense couple of weeks trying to figure out from afar how sick dad is. Madeline and I arrived to find dad asleep on the couch. Sounds like, from mom, that this is typical. Suzanne said that he pretty much stayed on the couch in the RV on the way home. He's eating little and drinking little and not doing things that he'd normally do. Not smoking and not having Suzanne change his patch. To some, the lack of cigarettes is a good thing...Suzanne even pointed out that we had wished he'd quit smoking when we first got his diagnosis (and didn't know it was terminal...that came later). Now, we just wish dad would resemble his old self.
I feel badly for my mom and my sister. They're both here and are watching dad deteriorate before their eyes. I show up with my baby, and while dad looks frail and it's clear he's different, and he perks up at the sight and sound of his Sachiko. The photo with this blog entry is a brief moment when dad was awake and happy. After this he closed his eyes and slept again.
I know over the course of the next several days, mom will open up and get emotional, but it's clear to me that she is trying to remain strong for dad. It's amazing watching her be the one that is tenderly taking care of dad...just last month, before they left in the RV, dad was the one taking care of and catering to mom. Suzanne, on the other hand, lives in a seperate house so there's more space for her to cry and be emotional. It's weird. I'm the strong one right now and consoling her. We've been blessed that dad has lived this long...a 3-6 month life expectancy after the diagnosis means that he should have died a year ago. What a gift to actually know that life is short and to know that we needed to spend every possible moment with our dad.
Tomorrow, dad's primary care physician will see him so I'm sure there will be more light to shed on what's going on. Hopefully, my sister isn't right and that dad's days are fewer than any of us is really ready for. Who will be the strong one then?