 He started receiving treatment at the Houston Medical Center, which is the biggest medical center in the world, bigger than Boston. Because the size of the tumor on my father's pancreas was the size of a half a brick, I was told that there wasn't anything they could do with my father and that I needed to put my father's affairs in order since he had about two months to live. So I started planning a funeral. I called friends and family and told them that if they wanted to see dad, they only had a couple of months and they might want to do so now.