Normally I would write a witty post about the horrible things in my life, but I don’t feel like that is appropriate for this instance.
One month ago my father went to the doctor to get a biopsy on a lump he found on the side of his neck. Over 2 weeks they performed 3 biopsies, the first two were inconclusive, the third brought forward the scariest of news.
Throughout the years my father and my relationship has been anything but good. We are extremely similar, actually borderline identical (except for the fact that I’m a girl, obviously). We each are strong willed and stubborn, which causes us to butt heads constantly.
Saturday my father when to an ear, nose, and throat specialist to hear the results of the third biopsy. They found that the lump is a cancerous tumor.
Just like that, everything changed. My dad has cancer.
You hear the word cancer and it’s hard to be optimistic about his prognosis. All I can think about is all the time I wasted being angry, yelling at him, saying things that I probably never should have said…
I just can’t believe that my macho father has stage 4 cancer. Driving him to chemo, seeing him grow weaker by the day…
I can’t write anymore I am too torn up. Please if you are religious keep my father in your prayers and if not please keep him in your thoughts, if you are a smoker please remind yourself that you’re not invincible and that someday someone will cry like this over you..