As many of you know by now and I’m sure some of you do not, we received a miracle. After our consult at the Cancer Center, they called me and requested more slides and information from my Father’s surgeon. The afternoon after they received that information the radiologist oncologist called to tell me that my Dad’s cancer was in fact benign.
Excuse me could you repeat that again? Yes it was true they found he was misdiagnosed. His cancer was in fact benign. Although he will have a cheek that will forever show the signs of a skin graft from his surgery, cancer was no longer a threat to him. Relief doesn’t begin to cover how we all felt. We were ecstatic. Miracles do happen and prayers do get answered.
Forgive me for not posting this news sooner. Earlier this afternoon while on the phone with my boss, we began to talk about my Father and how amazing the whole situation was, I told my boss “I’m sorry I didn’t let you know sooner but honestly I’m still trying to process the whole experience and what I am supposed to take away from it.” My boss totally understood what I meant. After telling a few friends immediately after the news I kind of clammed up about the whole thing. I’m not sure why. I guess I just needed more time to think about it.
Fast forward to now. Today. As I stated in this earlier post, when my Dad came up here to visit me so I could take him to the cancer center told me he could not eat lately. So after the cancer was behind us, he scheduled a colonoscopy. Today was the colonoscopy. Late this afternoon I talked to my Mom to see how my Dad made out. She relayed to me that they found a tumor and the doctor who performed the colonoscopy was almost positive it was cancerous.
Devastated. There were no other words. D E V A S T A T E D.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. As sure I said to the doctor two weeks earlier, I had repeated again this afternoon, “Can you repeat that for me again?” That is where we are today. Again with cancer. Next Thursday he has his first appointment with the oncologist in the city near where my parents live. Before that consult there are many tests he will have. I can’t even remember all the tests my Mom told me on the phone. I was shocked and numb. So he will have all the tests done and I will travel down there to be with both my Mom and Dad as they start out on this unfortunate familiar road again, and we meet with the oncologist. I have no doubt that my Father feels beaten. It’s my job to help him not to feel that way and let him know that he fought off a very rare cancer and that he can do it again. Will this be easy? Absolutely not. One thing I know, he won’t do it alone. We will be there 110% for him no matter what the journey has in store for us.
My commitment has never wavered and never stopped. I will continue to try to make a difference and I will continue to fight for an end to this terrible disease.
Just as quickly as my Dads journey came to an end, it has started back up again.