It looks my dad has Lymphoma. You all know that my dad has had many lives...first heart attack at 37 when my sister Sarah was nine months old...he bounced back but the real trouble came the month before I graduated high school. Congestive Heart Failure
It's been 12 years since his transplant, a last minute miracle save and two years past his predicted "expiration" at the time (used to last just ten years). He's been having issues and they thought he may have had a mini-stroke...but an MRI revealed a mass and more testing has led to this conclusion. The doctor has said he has had success treating this with chemotherapy so I am holding onto that thought. I believe that a doctor wouldn't tell a heart transplant patient that if he didn't believe it.
I told my sisters and my brother I think it is important that we don't treat him like he's on death's doorstep...I know he's already depressed about facing another battle. Today, I found myself in a new role...the person rationalizing my siblings and reassuring them. My father is part of the reason I am who I am. He has never judged me or anyone and always encouraged me to do what I need to do. He's always celebrated when I've been happy and wanted to help me when I've been down. So I will do the same for him.
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You've always appreciated your dad's approach to his little Chrissa...I think he knows you appreciate him too. You know I love you and have you in my thoughts. One day...one minute...one second at a time right now. That's all you can handle in some of life's tougher moments. Don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything.
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