I called my mom from my office to see how my father’s doctor’s appointment went. I wasn’t prepared to hear that my dad has cancer again. This time, it’s in his liver, and there isn’t anything they can do about it. My mom told me the news and we talked through the details without emotion, as if she were describing the storyline twist in a book she had read. I hung up the phone and went back to working at my desk. But the tears came anyway, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop crying.
My parents had put so many plans on hold these past several years to stay close to home for my grandmother’s sake. Now that she had passed, they planned to travel to China, Alaska, Hawaii, and so many other places they haven’t yet been. My mom didn’t give me the prognosis, but I looked up information on the internet, and based on what she described about his cancer, my dad probably has 3 months to live. My heart is breaking, but I have to be stronger than this. Lou says he’ll take me to see them whenever I want.