So… my dad went in for exploratory surgery yesterday to check out a couple dark spots in his lungs. And he has cancer. In both lungs. I’m reeling. They caught it super early, and by tomorrow we should have more information from pathology and start looking at treatment options…
But holy crap! This is my daddy! I had a full-on, crying, jumping up and down, cussing a blue streak, punching pillows tantrum yesterday. This is freaking me out.
Ahem… the emotional outbursts keep breaking in, but mostly I’m ok today. What I want to concentrate on is the way forward, to be in the solution instead of wallowing in the problem. My mom has been dabbling in the raw lifestyle with me for about a year now, and this has firmed both our resolves to keep up with it. And to get my dad on the raw path when he’s out of the hospital.
I’m just completely floored right now. What keeps getting to me is how this is making me feel like such a lost little kid… I guess being a wise and mature late-thirty-something doesn’t help much, heh.