On December 26,2013, my family recieved the news that my father has cancer.
My Dad has a long history of medical issues, some include, open heart surgery, a couple of strokes & colin cancer.
And I cannot forget, polio.
I have a couple of blogs but this one alone, is going to be about him.
If you know me, you know what my father means to me.
He is my rock, my biggest supporter, my friend, the greatest man I will ever know.
My brother got the news on Christmas Eve but decided to keep it to himself so that the rest of us could enjoy the holiday.
I can't say I was surprised by it but it was obviously not what we were hoping for.
He met with the oncologist on January 2, 2014.
As I expected, he has to go for more tests. A cat scan with the dye & some more specific blood work.
I have surprisngly been able to "keep it together".
I have not let him see me cry, I don't want him to worry about me.
I wouldn't call it denial, I know this happening but there is a part of me that doesn't want to "lose it" until we really know what we're dealing with.
How far advanced? What kind exactly?
This is new for me.
My usual reaction would be to just fall apart.
I don't know if it's getting older or just having a little more common sense but falling apart just doesn't seem like an option.
As I've said to some friends, Im trying to handle this like a mature adult & not an emtionally child.
We'll see how well I can continue to do so.
He goes for his cat scan this upcoming Saturday - Jan 11th
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