Today is my dad's surgery. They just wheeled him into the surgery room and all we are left to do is wait. As I sit here in the hard, itchy chair, I want to wake up. I want to roll over in bed an know that this is only a dream. I mean, how else could it have gone so fast? It was only a few days ago that my dad was helping serve Thanksgiving dinner... I guess life is just funny like that. It just seems fake. It won't sink in. I do not want to accept it.
Later on...
My dad is out now. It took a few hours, but we are finally sitting in the recovery room with him. I look at my father while he sleeps and I still admire his strength. His face looks tired and worn, the wrinkles around his eyes are deeper than ever and yet, he is my super hero. Doctors say that they tried to get as much of the tumor as possible. The pressure caused by the tumor was causing him pain and they wanted to relieve him of it. This is not a cancer that will go away though. It is terminal and will always come back. They still do not give us hope though. They are all sure that my dad's life will end shortly. I suppose that they will begin to try radiation after this. I just hope that he does not show all those nasty symptoms of radiation. I do not want to see my dad like that...
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