A Father's Battle Against Pancreatic Cancer

Let me start by saying, anyone who could meet my father would know he is an honest, hardworking, and honorable man. The epitome of a gentleman and a great father. He will always say hello to any person walking by, holding the door for the next person who walks in (even from far), and will give to anyone in need, even if it was turning over his last article of clothing. As a migrant from Colombia, he understood the necessity of hard work and endurance. He has always had two to three jobs doing whatever he can: Cleaning business office buildings and small owned operations, truck driving, and even helping move furniture for others who are relocating. He has done all he can to provide for his four daughters. My mother who worked during the day often had no time to cook and take care of us. My father usually worked in the evening. He made sure we always had a nutritional meal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He taught us to read and write. He taught us the importance of being well mannered individuals in society. As we grew older, so did our family. The oldest sister is a veteran of the Air Force, she has two daughters. My second oldest sister moved a few hours away with her husband and two children. My third oldest sister and I are currently working and with children of our own. My father has never had a job that provided medical or dental care. If he did get any routine check up, it would be when he traveled to Colombia. Granted, it was not often and it was not thorough. He has never had a primary doctor to follow his medical history.
Recently, my father took on the job of becoming a babysitter for my second oldest sister. She is an RN and works twelve hours a day, three days straight. She desperately needed someone to look after her children, since her husband has a similar schedule, and my father did not hesitate to help. This is an example of how giving my father is: He drives three hours away to take care of my sister's two children, for three days, then comes back home to spend time with his other grandchildren, before hitting the road again. It has been almost a year since my father has had stomach cramping/indigestion. He never complained about it until it became more painful. He was silent about his symptoms. Finally, when he briefly mentioned it to us, we knew it was more serious than what he led it to be. My father will never mention he feels ill, or even complain about it. This was the first time in his life.
We finally convinced him to go to the ER. Three weeks later, after various lab results, diagnostic imaging, and biopsies, my father has been diagnosed today with primary pancreatic ductal adenocarcinoma. I say primary because they have also found a mass in his liver and underneath his diaphragm. We have been using all the resources we can to apply for financial assistance, but for now we have had no luck and are forced to pay all of these expenses out of pocket. We are unsure of the prognosis for him, but we need him to start chemotherapy as soon as possible. As a daughter begging for help, I ask for any donations on behalf of him, that may contribute to his outstanding medical bills, and aid for his future medical expenses. I am asking, because as an honest man, I know he would never want others to know he is in need.