Tumor Rears It´s Ugly Head
I think my world is about to be shaken from the core. I got a strange message from my stepbrother this past Friday that I should call my dad. He had gone to the doctor and got a not-so-good report. He would not tell me what was going on. So I talked to my sister and she did not know anything either, so I called my dad. My stepmom answered and she was in tears and I'm immediately thinking 'cancer'. Dad has cancer.
She told me that he felt a lump in his abdomen and so they went to an immediate care center to have it looked at on Wednesday last week. The doctor felt it was a hernia and arranged a surgeon to have it fixed but they needed to have a CT scan done first. Well, the doctor called back and said that it was not a hernia, but a mass/tumor of some sort. My stepmom was not sure of the exact location or the size of it, but is sounds like it could be his liver. Surgery was cancelled and this doctor referred my dad to a specialist. That doctor ordered blood tests on Friday and those will be back tomorrow and my dad sees this new doctor tomorrow. The blood tests will tell them more about the mass but he may also need a biopsy.
My dad has already been through bladder cancer and this past 31 December, if his tests came back clean, this was considered 'cured' and he did not have to return for any further checkups on his bladder.
I am expecting the worse but hoping and praying for the best but I have to be realistic, his father, two brothers and sister all died from cancer. His dad died at about 76, brothers at about 65 and 72 and his sister at 81. My dad is now 76.
I am numb, disbelieving, shocked and scared all rolled into one. But oddly, I'm incredibly calm about it. I have been expecting a phone call like this for the past couple years to be honest.
My Dad is my rock, my hero, my buddy, my comic relief, my best friend.
She told me that he felt a lump in his abdomen and so they went to an immediate care center to have it looked at on Wednesday last week. The doctor felt it was a hernia and arranged a surgeon to have it fixed but they needed to have a CT scan done first. Well, the doctor called back and said that it was not a hernia, but a mass/tumor of some sort. My stepmom was not sure of the exact location or the size of it, but is sounds like it could be his liver. Surgery was cancelled and this doctor referred my dad to a specialist. That doctor ordered blood tests on Friday and those will be back tomorrow and my dad sees this new doctor tomorrow. The blood tests will tell them more about the mass but he may also need a biopsy.
My dad has already been through bladder cancer and this past 31 December, if his tests came back clean, this was considered 'cured' and he did not have to return for any further checkups on his bladder.
I am expecting the worse but hoping and praying for the best but I have to be realistic, his father, two brothers and sister all died from cancer. His dad died at about 76, brothers at about 65 and 72 and his sister at 81. My dad is now 76.
I am numb, disbelieving, shocked and scared all rolled into one. But oddly, I'm incredibly calm about it. I have been expecting a phone call like this for the past couple years to be honest.
My Dad is my rock, my hero, my buddy, my comic relief, my best friend.
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