I started this blog planning on telling you about my sons crazy antic the other day (probably will still share it!) ... and then I remember that it was Nov 25. The day that my father's biopsy was to come back. It did.
My father has been diagnosed with Prostate Cancer. From what I understand, it seems to me, to be one of the 'best' cancers to have to deal with. One that is slow moving. One that has a treatment to slow it down even more, although there is no cure. Dad mentioned that many men die with prostate cancer, but not of prostate cancer. With my fathers biopsy outcome, it looks as if the cancer has spread and so he now is waiting for the date and time of the next hospital visit for a CAT and bone scan. Depending on the outcome of that, will depend on the treatment choices. None the less, I have concluded that Cancer is spelt S-C-A-R-E.
My father is a strong man. He always has been. He is a very even-keeled, not 'reactive', but very responsive in situations. I remember as a child only one or two times that he 'lost' it, so to speak. My dad has responded very 'Bryan-like' to this whole process. We wouldn't expect anything different. It is exactly what I have come to love about my father, and in him being so, has really helped those around him worry less. He waits for each moment to come, not running ahead to the what if's. "So, we'll see what the results say and address it then". That was his typical response. And now. More of the same. "Not the best results, but one that has good options once the next step is taken." That would be my dad. *yup ... that would be a tear on the end of my nose*
So, another pray please. For a quick appt at the hospital and then through whatever treatment is needed. We will keep you posted. (A website with Prostate Cancer info here).
On the other end of the life spectrum ... my son. He decided to get into the diaper cream the other day. Here are some pix of his antics. If only us moms had time to pee without worrying about what our toddlers are in. Good grief! *sigh*
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Not sure what to say to comfort you about your dad... however, what I hear the Holy Spirit telling me is that God has a purpose and a plan and that you have him to lean on. Your son is adorable and I find it on purpose, rather than a coincidence that you blogged about loving that moment after sharing your heart about your dad. Again, I am so blessed to be getting to know you because we weren't close when you were west coasters and I have been thinking about and praying for your SIL and now will add your dad to the daily thought on it all :) HUGS even from 3000 miles away.
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