Gerry called the doctor today. She said it's hard to gauge, and that Grandpa could have a week, or it could be a month. Not "months", but "a month". She didn't know he was planning on going off of chemo, and warned Gerry that if Grandpa does so voluntarily that they will assume he's given up and no longer treat him (I hope pain killers aren't considered medical treatment for purposes of the exercise), which means Roswell won't even look at him if he does. Provided the storm hitting the northeast lets up this weekend, Gerry and Mom plan to discuss it with Grandpa when they're all in the same room. I just hope Mom doesn't tell Aunt Eileen, who has been known to call Grandpa in hysterics in similar situations in the past. I'd rather he be introduced to the situation by people who are a bit less agitated.
The fun part about this whole thing is that the Roswell trip for his surgery is Jan 9th. Due to USAir's new rules, I can't change an itinerary on or after the departure date. If he doesn't go to Roswell this won't be a problem. If he does, I'll have to hope Mom remembers to call on Thursday to tell me if the surgery is going on. If it is, I need to reschedule since he won't be home for the weekend if the surgery occurs. It's hard to decide what to hope for at this point, other than a minimum of suffering on Grandpa's part.