My dad is traveling to STL to begin his proton radiation to fight prostate cancer. It has not spread. In fact, a lot of it was taken out with the biopsies that he had done. This treatment is the best option for him with his history of heart disease and stroke. It is a big deal, but it’s not the worst.. God has it under control.
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And yet, here I sit fighting to hold it together. I picked up my phone to send my dad a quick text message telling him that I am praying for him and love him. He was working this morning, and may be traveling right now, so a quick text is best.
I don’t know. I guess reality just hit. My. Dad. Has. Cancer. CANCER. Stupid flipping cancer that is always ruining lives.
Today isn’t really the start of another battle for him. He has been battling since he found out, which was months ago.
Living so far away from family and never seeing them is hard. My mom’s birthday is this week and she will be alone. I hate that. I just want to get in the car and go see her. I want to hug her. I want to hug my dad.
Please, pray for our family. My dad especially, because he has been through so much. We have walked along side him cheering him on and picking up whatever weapons we can to help him fight. I think that we are all feeling weary from it. But, especially him.
