Update

They removed the tumor from my dad's brain last saturday. It's still in the lab being tested, but we know he has cancer elsewhere. Melanoma, thank goodness. And it hasn't progressed beyond the fatty tissues yet. It won't be an easy fix, but it looks like we are going to put up with dad for a little while longer.

I won't mind. That's for sure.

Daddy

Every little girl thinks that her daddy is the best thing the world has to offer. He is her idol. He takes her hiking, teaches her how to ride a bike, and most importantly, kills that "huge" spider in her bedroom. He sings her to sleep at night. She knows that he will go out of his way to do anything for her, including taking a 2-hour detour to see Chimney Rock. As she grows older, he is the man she can always depend on, a lighthouse for the sailor on rough sea. He always takes care of her, which includes chasing off any boys that are interested in his little girl. He watches chic fliks almost every friday night because that's what she wants to do. He's seen Pride and Prejudice at least a dozen times, but hasn't finished his John Wayne series that he got for Christmas. So, she caves in and lets him listen to the local radio station on the drive to school every morning. Even though she is no longer a little girl, she always feels like it with her daddy. He is invincible to her.

My mom just called and let me know that the results for dad's catscans are in.

He has a mass at the top of his spinal cord. The doctor said that it could just be a mass of puss resulting from an infection. But it could also be cancerous.


It's a scary thought for a little girl to realize that her daddy isn't invincible anymore.