Father’s Day

This year Father’s Day has a little extra meaning for my family. My dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer last year and had to undergo surgery to have his prostate removed. It was a very difficult time for us all because my dad is the heart of my family.

We knew nothing about his type of cancer, and we had to learn the information very quickly in order to make educated decisions about his health.

I will admit, he did get excited once he learned a robot would operate on him. If he’d felt better at the time, he probably would have poked and prodded it until he could come home and build his own.

My dad is like that. He can do anything.

If you give him a project or present him with a new problem, he just tilts his head to one side, thinks on it for a few minutes, and says, “I think I can handle that.”

He dealt with cancer the same way. He weighed his options, considered the side effects of possible treatments, did the research, and decided he would come out of it just fine.

He was right. He had the surgery, has done all the follow up treatments, and is now cancer-free.

Granted, I tend to hug him a little harder and talk a little longer than I used to. We’ve always been close, but this has made us closer.

This Father’s Day, I’m grateful for the advances in medicine and the treatment of cancer. And I’m grateful Dad is healthy and has a few more decades of putting up with me left in him.

Love you Dad!