As a little girl you look at your father with amazement. He is invincible, a superhero, nothing can harm him and he can fix anything.
When I found out my dad had prostate cancer, I felt like someone had pulled a rug out from underneath me. How can this man, who is invincible, have cancer? And why couldn’t he fix it? I remember getting the call from my parents. I was taking a nap, I saw my mom had called, but I thought she was calling to chat about something else so I declined so I could keep napping. She then called Christian, who had biked to work that day (super convenient) to fill him in on the news. Getting a weird feeling I decided to call her back right away and I got this news that felt like a ton of bricks, “your dad has cancer”. I spoke to my dad for a couple minutes, but I think my crying was just making the situation worse. I called Christian bawling and he was already on his way home. I remember not being able to move off the couch for hours, the tv wasn’t on, I was just staring out into nothing. I didn’t tell any of my friends or let people know what was going on. I felt like talking about it branded my dad with this scarlet C. How selfish of me to be feeling like this, I couldn’t even imagine how scared my dad must be. His attitude towards it was good, although I am sure he was terrified inside, he was so strong and positive. I began to hug him a little longer and little tighter and every night I prayed for Gods healing power. Well, after an invasive surgery (from which he recovered like a champ), a blood test and much prayer it looks like this man is a cancer survivor. A superhero once again! Happy Fathers day!