Life

I saw my father cry last night. I saw him cry today too. He tried to hide it but I could tell. He knew I saw it. Some may think this is no big deal but they don’t know my father. He doesn’t want you to know he is sad or hurting. He feels that is his burden and you shouldn’t have to bear it with him. He’s wrong, though.

Cancer is horrible. What is someone to do? You get the option of trying to beat the unbeatable or enjoying what time you have left. How are you to know long that time will be?

My father was told if left untreated his stage 4 kidney cancer would give him 2-5 years. This coming June will be 2 years. He made the decision not to live out his final days sick, weak, and feeling like he is dying. He chose not to take chemo and have incapacitating surgery. He chose to feel healthy and alive for as long as he could. Unfortunately the cancer was much more aggressive than anticipated.

My father has always been the rock, the strong one, the sound mind. He’s been the role model for all and the man no one can compare to. He will stay that person. Even as cancer eats away at the strongest man I ever knew.

I love you Daddy.