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How would it be possible to get the real report from a hospital, which has been treating my nephew for Cancer?

Over the last 7 years, but whose true findings as to tests' results are being altered by my nephew's father.
My nephew has been in remission from Lymphatic Cancer for 5 years now,however on Thurs. when he went for a check out they found 2 abnormalities which hadn't been there before. His father, my brother whom I have begun to hate with a passion, from the very beginning of my nephew's infirmity, has lied, changed, lessened, concealed information as to the full reality to my nephew's condition. Not only that, but at the beginning of his illness, although there were signs of something very serious - he neglected taking him to the doctor. Because of this neglect, his child was way into stage 3 of the malignancy.
I have a feeling the news he's keeping, but not revealing is that the cancer is back and spreading,and he plans to do nothing about it.
By the way, for my questions to this ex-brother of mine, I GOT a Punch on the Mouth!
What to do, PLEASE!!!
My nephew is considered an adult NOW
PLEASE HELP ME WITH THIS???
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET THE TRUE RECORDS FROM THE HOSPITAL. I AM JUST AN AUNT, NOT MY BOY'S PARENT…CAN ANYBODY UNDERSTAND THE EMERGENCY I FEEL AND HELP ME?
SOFF, YOU ARE THERE STARRING QUESTIONS, YOU'VE GOT A GOOD HEAD FOR WHAT IS FAIR, PLEASE HELP ME SAVE MY NEPHEW?????
By the way…for purposes of edification, the "petty sadist" I've just mentioned in a question after this is not the @sswhole the brother I mentioned.
Although both my brother and the petty sadist before mentioned, are, therefore different people. Except as to their STINK, they are both distinctively violating one's olfactory sense! Just a matter of clearance against confusion. Thank you.
Soff, I am grateful you have answered. What you've said is helpful, and yet hurtful as well…I love my nephew more than anyone in the world. I am the only person who has gone through great lengths to have him go on living, against all the clever neglect the rest of the family has shown him.However, and I promise you this, because although I am very strong I am not a t Titan! If Ian dies because this ostrich
Family has had their heads up their butts and the d sand as well, , I will put myself to death. And that is final. Not even 2 years have o passed by and my younger brother has died, then my favourite uncle, then my uncle in Cuba, I could not even travel there to see in time, now Ian is ill, and I am the only one who is saying : "What is wrong with all of you…open your eyes, your hearts, your minds…don't you understand what is BEFORE you? Then I feel like slapping each one of them in the face.And have them hurt as much as when the other brother, can't even say his name >>>
Punched me in the mouth for protesting his lackadaisical attitude toward my nephew. I don 't know how I can get Ian to believe in himself, save his life when his father is this colossus, standing in front of him, not allowing him to live his life, or to d save it, because he'd care for IT!
And Ian looks so tired, so wasted, as if he himself does no longer even cares whether it is life or death he'd prefer. When we talk about it he says, "Does it really matter auntie, what is the worth of Life anyway?" And I have to remind him to consider me a little, because my love for him is so great. I know I also would will my own death, or seek it out immediately, were I to lose Ian! I know I'd never be able to withstand another needless death from neglect. When my younger brother died, I did not go to the funeral…because I would not have taken to my grave the image of my beloved bother, bruised here and there, and the top of his head covered because his brains were exposed, so that upon>>>
her return from California to her home, she told me: I did not want to do it, but I HAD TO, I felt through the handkerchief covering his upper head only to fell these fat wet worms, just there which had spilled from his skull. And that has been all I have thought since then, so that everyday, I cry, but it is soundless, as if the cry can't find itself outing a wide open mouth. And this is my life! I myself am losing the wish, the will to live, because I can't withstand anymore suffering, no more, soff, REALLY, no more. I am spent and exhausted.
And I have always tried to be of help to anyone. Not because I wanted a reward, but because if help was needed, if someone was suffering I saw it as my responsibility to dive right in and become the shoulder offering support, no matter how difficult or much, its' demand. And now, I'm not heard. And this young man is my dearest love. I thought in a way, he'd be there as a reward I'd dare not ask for but given as a grace, because I'd been good.
Whosoever has been giving thumbs-downs to any of the answers below is WRONG to do so! Everyone who has offered a suggestion here has done so in the spirit of help. If the person going around giving thumb downs is doing in for some reason you believe is valid please come out and post WHY?
I am the ONE with a serious problem here - this is my nephew who is being discussed, not the ones with a trigger finger on Thumbs-down. Therefore, Please respect these caring people, by not taking away from what they say. For if anyone should be judging what advice is wrong, I'd be doing it, not someone hidden behind anonymity. PLEASE,
AND NO ADVICE, SUGGESTION, IS WRONG HERE, so please respect the issue, these caring people, my nephew, and me. Even my hard headed brother, for exposing of himself what he never should have done but did because of internal pressure and fear. So please either participate in the open, or say NOT ONE WORD AGAINST THESE GOOD PEOPLE ALL!
THANK YOU! Grecia.