Not looking for sympathy or a bunch of "I'm sorry" posts...just having a tough time this week, REALLY missing my Dad :down:
Tonight I've invited a bunch of my girlfriends over to Dad's house, to help me go through things, start that process of moving on. I go to his house, cry, sit on the sofa, cry some more, water some plants and leave. Been doing that off and on for weeks, so I'm not getting anywhere with readying his house for sale *sigh*
Anyway, time for my PSA because I finally set myself up with a dermatologist to be screened for melanoma (next week), and it will be a routine thing in my life from here on out...
For anyone that doesn't know, I lost my Dad to malignant melanoma, and OMG, there were times when I really wanted to be able to take pics and detail just what this cancer did to his body, but out of an immense respect for a very private man, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. All I will say is that he waited way too long to get a questionable 'sore' checked, and to this day it breaks my heart that had he been checked earlier, he'd be here still, planning rides and watching his grandchildren grow up. Once he was diagnosed 3.5 years ago, it was too late. Cancer invaded his lymph nodes, and he fought with all he had, more than I ever thought he would, spent a month at UVA Medical undergoing incredibly dangerous treatments and having multiple surgeries. Ironically, my severe anemia was diagnosed at the same time as Dad's cancer, and we found ourselves running in the same circles, same doctors, intimately familiar with the cancer infusion suite and nurses that knew us both, but for very different reasons. I always told my Dad I was diagnosed to help him with his treatments, and when I'd have an iron infusion, I'd pick chairs where he could come in and be next to me if our appts coincided We were each others' "dates" for colonoscopies with the same surgeon It was comical at times, but I also know all he endured because I was here helping him the entire time. I know many already know this, but for those that don't - cancer sucks in every way and it robs you and your loved ones of everything they have.
Just do yourselves a favor, and it doesn't matter what cancer may run in your family, or if there's none at all, if you EVER think something's just not quite right, DO NOT LET IT GO! It means the difference between life and death...
Thought I'd share a picture my cousin drew of my Dad and his Harley...she did this in 2 days, just 17 years old...truly amazing talent and something we can cherish in memory of my Dad. Sorry it's not clearer. I don't yet have the digital copies. The banner says "Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul" which I think we can all understand
Tonight I've invited a bunch of my girlfriends over to Dad's house, to help me go through things, start that process of moving on. I go to his house, cry, sit on the sofa, cry some more, water some plants and leave. Been doing that off and on for weeks, so I'm not getting anywhere with readying his house for sale *sigh*
Anyway, time for my PSA because I finally set myself up with a dermatologist to be screened for melanoma (next week), and it will be a routine thing in my life from here on out...
For anyone that doesn't know, I lost my Dad to malignant melanoma, and OMG, there were times when I really wanted to be able to take pics and detail just what this cancer did to his body, but out of an immense respect for a very private man, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. All I will say is that he waited way too long to get a questionable 'sore' checked, and to this day it breaks my heart that had he been checked earlier, he'd be here still, planning rides and watching his grandchildren grow up. Once he was diagnosed 3.5 years ago, it was too late. Cancer invaded his lymph nodes, and he fought with all he had, more than I ever thought he would, spent a month at UVA Medical undergoing incredibly dangerous treatments and having multiple surgeries. Ironically, my severe anemia was diagnosed at the same time as Dad's cancer, and we found ourselves running in the same circles, same doctors, intimately familiar with the cancer infusion suite and nurses that knew us both, but for very different reasons. I always told my Dad I was diagnosed to help him with his treatments, and when I'd have an iron infusion, I'd pick chairs where he could come in and be next to me if our appts coincided We were each others' "dates" for colonoscopies with the same surgeon It was comical at times, but I also know all he endured because I was here helping him the entire time. I know many already know this, but for those that don't - cancer sucks in every way and it robs you and your loved ones of everything they have.
Just do yourselves a favor, and it doesn't matter what cancer may run in your family, or if there's none at all, if you EVER think something's just not quite right, DO NOT LET IT GO! It means the difference between life and death...
Thought I'd share a picture my cousin drew of my Dad and his Harley...she did this in 2 days, just 17 years old...truly amazing talent and something we can cherish in memory of my Dad. Sorry it's not clearer. I don't yet have the digital copies. The banner says "Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul" which I think we can all understand