Wednesday, January 26, 2005

LIFE - The Other Shoe

After a long run of good luck, the karmic scales seem to have balanced back out. My dad called me while I was at tae kwon do practice. When I called him back, he told me that he had been diagnosed with a carcinoma in his mouth.

Cancer.

It's not that I'm surprised, really; he's smoked for something like 40 years now, despite developing diabetes and having a stroke. I suppose I saw this coming.

But it's not exactly the kind of thing you ever expect to hear.

At this point, I'm trying to be upbeat. It's a very early case, which is good, and doctors successfully treat this kind of cancer all the time. Still, it's cancer. My dad's mother had it. It killed her. My dad has it. I suppose it's time to update my medical history.

Everyone tells me not to worry, and they're right. I eat well, I take care of myself, and I don't smoke. Still, it's not every day that I come face to face with the mortality of my own parents. And to make matters worse, he's asked me not to tell my mother. I suppose he has his reasons. She'd go ballistic if she found out, and I'm sure he wants to get more information before he says anything. But damn that puts me in a spot.

The doctors are going to excise the lesion soon and see what happens from there. Hopefully that will be the end of the story.

If it is, and I ever catch him with a cigarette in his mouth again, I swear I am going to kick his ass.

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