Most of the time I have very mundane, hence the blog title, things to say. I doubt anyone pays it much attention anyhow. But today I heard something that no one ever wants to hear.
My dad has prostate cancer. My dad had a biopsy done last week on his prostate. I wasn't too worried because they did a biopsy in January and it was fine. This biopsy was a little different though. Instead of just taking one sample, they took 8 samples. One was a yes, two were maybe's, and the rest were a no. Which I guess is supposed to make me feel better, but I'm still trying to let it all sink in.
He seems very optimistic. I guess he has to be really. I mean, what's the alternative? The doctor told him that it is in the early stages and that it is completely treatable. He said on a scale of 2 to 10 that the treatability was a 7. A seven is not an 8, 9, or 10, but I'm going to guess they never give it a 10.
I'd give anything to be able to pack a bag, kiss the family, and take a road trip. But it's just not going to happen. With the kids in school, Aquamarine's job.... My brothers are with him....but it's not the same. The emotions come and go, come and go.... It's just so much to take in........