Feb 25, 2014 - 8:49 pm
In my "about me" I wrote that my Dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer one week prior to my being diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma.
Dad did very well, was on ho****e the whole time. I made it through surgery, he was doing well, still at home.
When I began radiation and the effects started to hit, I could see him start losing weight. I was very glad that his sister had taken over his day to day care, as I was barely up to doing the minimum for myself.
By December I was about as good as I was probably going to get, minus the stupid stuff that pops up. Who knew what bizarre things happen when you get cancer? The more active I was, the less active Dad was.
Dad died December 20th.
I was so relieved.
Maybe in a way envious. That's my faith speaking. Oh, to be in the presense of my Savior!!!
Never, though, have I felt one smidge of survivor guilt.
Dad chose to have no treatment and toughed it out. I chose to fight this evil invader. I hated it so much I refused to let it win, no matter what I had to go through.
Now I'm on the other side. Prosthetic is in the making and reconstructive surgery is planned for the end of summer.
I'm stronger mentally and emotionally now. There is nothing that can stop me from doing anything I want to do.
So, to that four letter word, LIFE....bring it! Cuz I fight like a girl and I'll show you who's boss!
Dad was a month shy of his 81st birthday......I'm gonna beat that! LOL