My dad was just here for a visit. It's the first time I've seen him in five years and despite the title of this post, we had a very nice time. The title reflects my inner turmoil over the head scratchy stuff I'm left with after spending a few days with my father.
My dad is one of those people who states the obvious in a most patronizing way, but like it's his duty -- like the information will be helpful -- it's not helpful.
Let's just say I feel compelled to do something really nice for his wife this Christmas.
The fun stuff was seeing my kids get to know their grandpa, that was cool. Rich and I took my dad and his wife to the art museum and that was very cool too. The thing I was not expecting was the cancer effect on the whole visit.
My dad looks great, but it was weird to think it's possible that, given the five year frequency of visits, this could be the last time he's here, or not. Hopefully he kicks that scary Gleason score's ass and we see him many, many more times.
My dad has always been pretty sappy, but I could see him taking stuff in and saying things like it might be his last chance to do so in person. And he said all the things a dad is supposed to say about being proud of his daughters -- he said it like he didn't want to regret not saying it. Words were coated with the possibility of impending doom.
I hope he never reads this because I know that was not his intent, it's just a fun little thing cancer has thrown into the equation.
There is this strange dimension to cancer that makes it hard to reconcile with one's emotions regarding a loved one having the diagnosis (I currently have 3 such loved ones in active battle and 1 loved one in remission. So much for immediate family and our previous cancer free history). It took a while for the gravity of it to sink in, it's almost routine to hear of someone who has cancer, but then is cured.
I'm not even going to state the statistics regarding my dad or my aunt (I'm not currently on speaking terms with my mother, so I don't know her stats -- that's enough story for a book, but maybe I'll attempt a post form some time, right now? Not delving into that one). The statistics seem so doomy.
If I paid attention to statistics, I would be a drunken, divorced, slut with kids who's hair needs combing and who are doing poorly in school, etc.
I am of the expecting of, and receiving of miracles persuasion. Even so, cancer remains and uninvited guest to the mental party. Even though cancer is often highly curable, and beside the fact that any one of us could die from any number of things any ol' day -- cancer is like the reaper licked his own thumb and wiped a person with it. And now, what does that mean? What's it going to do?
And there is your opportunity to work your faith, because cancer is this thing with way too many variables. Waiting in the unknown, for me, requires God for peace of mind.
And on the earthly side of things, because I have to take physical action as well -- on the home front I'm going to eat less sugar and more greens. And I will pray a favorite 12 step prayer for me and my family members that we know God's will for us and that we be granted the power to carry it out.
I ask for your positive thoughts be sent out to them too. Thanks.
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