First of all… thank you all so much for your well wishes and good vibes and prayers. You are all so wonderful, and it’s well appreciated. I’m sorry I never got to email every one of you back. I hope you can accept this thanks.
My dad had said to me earlier he wouldn’t call me today when he found out the results of his test because it would be too late on my side of the world. But he knew it was silly, because I would be sick-to-my-stomach worried, and called me anyway.
“It’s cancer…”
You know in movies when someone says something really shocking to someone else, and the words echo in the receiving person’s ears? That’s exactly how it was.
Cancer. Cancer. Cancer again. The cancer is back after 5 years. Just as he was about to bid farewell to the oncologist. Just as he was going to celebrate the fact that his chances of getting cancer again had lowered tremendously. Cancer. Again.
It’s a small spot. Very small. So small infact he has one of two choices. Remove it from the lung, or have chemo. Of course he’s having it removed. Anyone’s who’s had chemo would never choose that as an option, EVER. It’s hell. Even for my dad who is so strong. Chemothearapy was nothing but pure hell. Anything not to go through that again.
The operation will be in a few months. They will be going through the ribs so they won’t have to open up his chest. They will test it afterwards to make sure it wasn’t spreading, which they don’t think it is.
Everyone is very optomisitc. Even as I sobbed over the phone to my parents, even to my mom, they were very optomistic. No tears from the other end. My mom just sat quietly and let me wail it out. In fact, my dad came home from the doctos’s and ate a huge dinner without any problems.
Daniel let me break down as well. It took a few minutes after the call. I went into the kitchen to get some paper towels (why we never have tissues, I’ll never know). The word “cancer” echoed through my head again and I just broke down.
There’s some good acoustics in that kitchen.
But I’ve let it all out, and I feel better. I’m relieved that we now know how serious the situationis, and what’s to be done about it. Everyone has said “It’ll all be fine” to me so many times, I’m starting to believe it. I think what makes it better is that I know I’ll be going home to visit in les than 2 weeks. It’s easier when you know you’ll be close to that person.
Well, my dad is superman. He was superman when he went through it 5 years ago, and he’ll be superman again. I just know it.
I love you Daddy.
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I’m sorry to hear that the cancer is back. My grandmother had lung cancer, but they didn’t catch it early enough and after watching her go through chemo, I know I could never do it myself if the choice came.
I am glad to hear that your father’s attitude is positive, though. That makes so much of a difference.
You’re in my thoughts.
My mother had surgery for cancer tumors in 1984. I believe she is still alive and well because she refused to have chemo.
I wish the best for your father. As Daria mentioned, a positive attitude makes all the difference in the world – it sounds like he will do just fine.
He beat it once, he can beat it again! I am so glad you are going home in a couple of weeks, because I know how hard it is to have a sick family memember when you are halfway across the world.
My thoughts are with you and your family! Hugs!
* wet eyes*
*sob*
Oh Irma! I’m sad. But at the same time I have hope that everything will go well. He beat it ones. He CAN beat it twice. My prayers are with you.
And as you already said… At least you will get to visit him in a few weeks!
*sigh*
Edith
Sending best wishes. It’s great you are so emotionally close to your parents. Whatever happens that is a great gift.
I hope everything turns out well for your father. As far as the paper towels, don’t you have toilet paper in the bathroom? I think that would have been a little easier on the nose and eyes.
i’m so sorry, irma. i know that it may seem trite, but i truly am.
My Pray’s will be with your family.
I’m so very sorry it’s back sweetie.. but I am also glad that it’s small thus easier (nothing is easy I know) treatable. I am optimistic too. I KNOW everything is gonna be ok. Just hang in there and I will be praying for your daddy. If you need a shoulder to cry or to yell scream.. whatever.. I am here and I love you
My prayers and thoughts are with you and your family. God bless you all.
((((((irma)))))) Hugs and positive energy on its way to you and your family.