My father was recently diagnosed with a stage IV cancer that, according to health care professionals, is so far advanced, no treatment is worthwhile. They've sent him home to "get his affairs in order." He is in quite a bit of pain, and barely able to function normally. It is so tough to see him this way, and be able to do nothing but offer support. My mother is an absolute trooper, and continues to try any and every alternative medicine that's on the market. Some of these tactics are effective for his pain, but mostly he puts on a brave face. This is the second time in 3 years that this monster has invaded our family, as my brother, only 33 at the time, endured a full year of chemotherapy and radiation to beat his lymphoma.
My Dad is one of my very best friends. He taught me to drive, and as an autobody man, built me my first car. He encouraged me to travel as a young person, and helped me convince my mom that 4 months in Europe would be a good thing. He paid for my education, and I always knew that no matter which path I chose, that he would be proud. He's been a friend and father to my husband, who no longer has his dad, and proudly gave me away at my wedding. We've worked on cars together, golfed, camped, and even went skydiving a couple of times.
Although I realize that many people aren't fortunate enough to have these types of memories with their parent, I'm just not ready to lose my friend, my hero, my Dad. How do you NOT cry everyday?
Kylie