A little background; My parents bought my grandparents house many years ago when they, my grandparents, moved to Florida. After we all grew up and moved away my father turned the upstairs and one side of their huge house into two separate apartments. A few years back my sister and her 2 children moved into the three bedroom on the side. She, unlike me, loves the country life. When my mother was ill having my sister right next door, literally, was a Godsend. My mother passed two years ago as many of you know. Since then my brother has moved in upstairs, therefore, my father has all the company he needs but they don't actually live together. An awesome set up.
Hearing my sister say my father had went to the emergency room sent fear rushing through me as he doesn't believe in doctors, for the rest of the family of course he does and he never minded paying the doctor bills but he himself has not been to see a doctor since I was in Jr.High. His last hospital stay was in 1956 to have his appendix removed. She went on to say that he had been seen by two Drs. They ran tests on him all night long and the outcome they concurred on was bladder cancer. Seldom does a Dr. come out and say that "C" word unless they are sending you for testing or have already concluded that to be true. Hearing this not only sent fear, my legs turned to jelly, my stomach became sick and passing out was close. I had to get myself together. My oldest son had to be told before he heard it from someone else in the family. He was born with issues that made him special to all of us. He doesn't socialize or get attached to many. I believe if he were born now he would also be diagnosed with autism. My parents were always very close to him and my father has always been his best friend, his mentor, a huge part of his little world. Plus my other three children needed to be told. This wasn't going to be easy.
Since that day there has been many more tests and doctor visits. The entire family has been told, and everyone is shaken. I can't possibly explain everything in one post so I will space them out. No one needs too much doom and gloom in one sitting. I have had other people close to me pass away from cancer and it emotionally took its toll but my father is something all together different. I have been close to my father well, as far back as I can remember. I'm not sure this is something I can get through. Being able to share this with you all gives me a bit of control, obviously it doesn't really but to me it feels like it.
Have you had a friend or family member diagnosed with cancer?