cancer

I think there's something that slowly, but harshly pushes you back into reality when you see someone you love hooked up to a hospital bed, relying on tubes to keep them awake. Today my dad just got his prostate removed because about a month ago, we were all informed that he had prostate cancer. My dad has always been someone I've seen as the strongest figure in my life. When I realized he could be dead from anything that might interfere with his healing process, every moment of fear I've ever had in my life felt like it came back and slapped me in the face.

My dad and I have been fighting non-stop for the past week, and it never really occurred to me that he was stressed out. Not only from everyday issues, but also from his own fear of having surgery for the first time in his life at sixty years old. It's crazy - he's always been extremely health-conscious. From eating the right foods (breakfast, lunch, and dinner), to exercising at least an hour a day, to getting enough sleep every night of his life; he's always done everything in his power to remain healthy. And he's succeeded up until now. Because he's always been so healthy, he didn't think health insurance was really a huge deal, so he didn't bother getting good health insurance. Now he's having to pay for something that no one could have seen coming.

It's rough. I've always had nightmares about my dad dying, and although he'll probably be okay this time, I'm not so sure he'll be able to stand through the next thing that comes his way. I'm so terrified of the day he's going to die. Sometimes I really wish that I could die before everyone else did - so I wouldn't have to go through the pain of losing everyone. I know, selfish, but I can't help but feel like I'm more attached to people than they are to me.
Posted on February 21st, 2008 at 08:15pm

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