My Dad is alive and doing well. This statement when written down does sound a little obvious, but I say it with the best of intentions, as I still feel the need to pinch myself on the odd occasion just to believe it to be true. Writing it down does also help.
I know so many people that have lost loved ones this last year and death just seems to be everywhere like a bad stench. Some have been lost suddenly and some have fought battles and found inner strength they didn’t know they had. Some though have not been so lucky. Our very own Alan, who has supported my parents in equal measures this last year has even dealt with his own losses, yet continues to be a shoulder to lean on for both my Mum and Dad as do they for him.
Even whilst writing this I have just been told about the untimely death of a neighbour of mine and heard that this sudden loss is far better way to go than someone dying of Cancer. Whilst an element of me does agree with this statement, Cancer is no longer the death sentence it once was. Not only are more and more people beating Cancer these days, a lot are also able to live long healthy lives thanks to the amazing advancement seen in available treatments. The survival rate has also been aided by the number of people openly allowing their stories to be heard.
My Dad has always been a fan of this blog from Day 1. I had initial concerns regards hanging my dirty laundry out but the benefits have far outweighed the negatives. The thing is the more we share the more we learn and the stronger we become.
I knew nothing about Cancer in May last year other than it was a killer. My views thankfully are now tweaked on this subject. Yes, it is still a killer, but so are many other things. It’s also a story of survival and with so much other nightmarish things happening in the world it brings the best out of people.
My Dad’s Cancer battle has helped me see and appreciate the love that exists in my family and between our friends. It’s shown us first-hand the caring nature of the doctors and nurses all over the world. It’s shown me the strength that my Dad has and how through all of this he has continued to find the light in what could have been a darker situation.
He now finds himself entering a strange time period. His latest 18-week course of Chemotherapy drew to a natural conclusion yesterday and whilst he may not miss the boredom of the hospital room, I get the sneaky impression he is going to miss the nurses that are always happy to see him. It also means that life does not need to be scheduled around hospital visits.
The next stage of his journey will be his latest set of results due week commencing 19th September. This in turn will not only reveal where things stand with the Cancer but also allow the doctors to analyse and consider future treatments, should they be needed. I won’t speculate any further on this matter until such time it’s needed but it’s nice to know that the light is still shining ‘in’ the tunnel.