Invincible
My dad is invincible. I've always thought that, even as a kid. He rarely gets sick, and if he does, it's for a day and then he's back to normal. He never gets hurt, with all the things he does, building camps, hunting in the woods and all that normal Dad stuff. Nothing ever happens to him, he's always healthy and ready to tackle a new project. While my dad and I have had our many, many differences throughout the years, the bombshell last night blew them all away. My invincible dad has a tumor. A large one. On his kidney. I didn't believe him when he told me. I thought he was just joking around. It wasn't until I saw my mom crying in the middle of a restaurant that I thought he could be serious. "A word of advice, get an annual physical once you hit the age of forty. Things can be prevented... I have to have a kidney removed. I have a big ass tumor on my kidney." It literally felt like the nightly train through Orono derailed and hit me precisely in my chair at Margaritas. I didn't know what else to say but, "Are you serious?" That's why he's not going back to Toronto this week. He's having surgery within the next few weeks. He would have surgery this week, but the doctor he wants to perform the surgery is on vacation next week. My dad wants nothing but the best doctor in Portland for this sort of procedure. Rehab time will be 4-6 weeks. I just cant' believe my invincible dad is not so invincible anymore, and that scares the shit out of me.
I'm going to be coming home a lot, or as much as I can, within the next few weeks. I'd love to see some familiar faces, 'cause I'll really need them.
I'm going to be coming home a lot, or as much as I can, within the next few weeks. I'd love to see some familiar faces, 'cause I'll really need them.