Tuesday, May 02, 2006
I am happy to report that my father does not have colon cancer.
I found out this morning after I got out of the shower and found my father's doctor had left me a message. He said the MRI that my father had on Saturday came out negative--no cancer.
I can't say how relieved I was to hear that message. I had been sweating this out since last week when Dr. Pearlman first expressed his concerns about my father's health.
I told my family to brace themselves for some bad news--I told everyone but my father, actually--so this morning I made the same round of phone calls to pass on the good news.
And I want to thank my blogging buddies for their kindess and support in this scary couple of days. It is most appreciated, my friends, more than I can ever say.
I came home tonight and found my dad had another "accident" in the bathroom and, to make matters worse, he tried to clean it up himself.
I found myself cursing and complaining about having to put up with too much shit--literally and otherwise--and then I rememberd my prayers to St. Martin, to spare my dad from cancer. And then I shup up and continued cleaning.
My dad's going to need a shower, but he says he's tried, so I decided to let George, his aide from the V.A. do the job tomorrow morning when he gets in.
I guess I'm shirking my duties tonight, but I'm kind of beat. At least I'll be able to sleep better tonight.