One day I'm grateful for the knowledge that my father doesn't have lung cancer.... and the next day....
He's got a tumor after all, just not where they expected. His colon. Is a colon tumor ever not cancer? I have so much to learn now.
I'm in a managerial accounting class that cannot compete with the racing thoughts. I'd by chance gotten my dad's call on our evening break.
It's been 14 years since my mother died of ovarian cancer that metastasized in her liver. She'd battled cancer for 12 years. Ten days before Christmas 1994 she lost that battle.
Just this past Monday would have been their 49th wedding anniversary.
I am fearful that we will again travel the path of doctors, surgeries, treatments that border on torture and holding onto hope till they take it all away.
/please let this class end so I can go home to my children, my safe haven, my husband, if only for the night...
1 comment:
Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear that.
I will be thinking about you and your Dad in the coming weeks.
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