In the month of November I was inspired by Facebook to write a
list of things I was thankful for each day. I decided to expand that list
to 100 things I was thankful for, and I was going to share that with you.
As I was preparing the list of things I was thankful for I got some bad
news from my dad. My dad come down with a rare form of cancer, they found
the cancer by accident in his face. He told me that they wanted to start
an intensive treatment of Chemotherapy right away. This he told me as I
had just wished him a happy birthday. Tears began to fall down my face
and a huge lump clogged my throat. It took all I had not to start
sobbing. The list of my thankfulness was immediately put on hold.
When you get news from a loved one that they have some terrible
disease that could possibly kill them you are flooded with a ton of thoughts,
regrets, and memories. The one thought and regret that kept coming to my
mind was my wedding reception. During the reception, I was supposed to
dance with my father to the song "My Girl". When the song came
on my dad and I talked and I told him I was tired and wasn't really feeling
well. He told me we didn't have to do the dance and we left it at that.
What made me feel even worse was when my sister-in-law pulled me off of
my chair and coaxed me to dance with her and her cousins. I gave in and
danced but have felt rotten about it ever since. That dance was meant for
me and my dad. I will never get that chance again, and I will probably
never get that dance with my dad.
My dad has had his chemotherapy treatments. He was in the
hospital for all of December. He has been home for a few weeks now and is
so happy to be home. He is weak and unable to do much. He isn't
recovering like the doctors had hoped. When he left the hospital he
seemed to be clear of cancer, but when he went back for a check up, his chemo
doctor told him that he would probably never be able to have chemotherapy again
because it would most likely kill him. He didn't even check for cancer
because he told him that if they found anything that there would be nothing he
could do, that chemotherapy was no longer an option for him.
So far things are looking positive, but the last bit of news is concerning.
I hope that my dad has beaten the cancer. I hope that it is over.
Right now he is in the stage of recovery and over the next 6 months he
will be recovering and monitored for any signs of cancer. He is not
able to return to work or to be around a lot of people. I am glad that he
is able to be home where he is comfortable, the hospital tried to encourage my
mom and sister to send him to a care home, but my dad wanted nothing more than
to go home to recover. I'm thankful that my sister is able to look after
and care for my dad during this time; he is so happy that she is and is so
proud of her.
I'm thankful for all the prayers that were said for my father and
for the prayers that are still being said in his behalf. I'm thankful for
all of the visitors that have come to see my dad, they bring him so much hope
and cheer. I'm thankful that I was able to see my dad over the Christmas
break and that in that time he seemed to improve each time that I went and saw
him.
I hope that the next 6 months brings a speedy recovery and a
positive outcome.
