We got the prognosis for my father on Wednesday… stage one, type one, thyroid cancer. One of the most treatable cancers there are. It’s estimated that over thirty percent of all people have some form of thyroid cancer when they die. So basically, more people die with thyroid cancer than from thyroid cancer.
The prognosis for my father is excellent. He will be going in for surgery on the 24th to have the tumor and his thyroid removed. A few weeks later, he’ll undergo an special radioactive iodine treatment to remove any remaining cancer cells that might be left.
However, the best news was that the thyroid cancer was unrelated to his CLL, and the surgery and treatment shouldn’t aggravate it at all.
It’s weird though… as much as I’m glad that my father, for lack of a better term, will be fine, this whole scenario really brought home the reality that one day he won’t be there anymore. One day he will die. One day I won’t have a father anymore.
It’s a very unsettling feeling. All I can do is accept it, and do the things I want to do, so that when that enviable day comes, I’m not left saying, “I wish we’d just been able to…”
I don’t ever want to have that feeling.