…and its not what you might think, I’m talking about Cancer.
A few months ago my Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. Only 7 months ago he was here with us in Melbourne having a fabulous time and with no indications of anything untoward. I’m still struggling to fully digest his diagnosis.
When I found out there was an immediate fear going through me, fear of how he would cope, how Mum would cope and ultimately fear that this awful disease could take my Dad from me. I have tears as I type now and for those initial few days all I could think about was his diagnosis – I read about it, I talked to my friends about it and I cried about it. The information available is huge and much of it contradictory, I stopped reading fairly quickly.
There’s nothing fair about cancer and no one deserves to have it but of course I wish it wasn’t my Dad. He is being remarkably positive (at least when I talk to him) and started his Chemotherapy this week. Radiotherapy is to follow.
I wish I was closer to home to offer some support to both Dad and Mum but instead I’m focused on our trip home in July which hopefully is giving Dad something to look forward to as well.