You’ll remember back on March 1st my papa was diagnosed with prostrate cancer. His surgery was set for June 12 but my mom rang Tuesday to inform me they moved the date up …. to tomorrow!
Naturally, that sent me into scury-mode trying to get myself to London in time to see him before he goes under the knife. I was successful and landed here tonight around dinner, which mom and I ate while he sipped soup. Poor Papa. What’s strange about all this is i) I was actually signing off one of my staff’s personal leave request on Tuesday when mom rang (this staff member’s son is also having surgery tomorrow); and ii) the Statistics Canada Social Trends book that landed on my desk Tuesday afternoon contained a study of cancer survivor rates across Canada 1, 3, 5 and 10 years post recession. Prostrate cancer was among the highest … 98% of men who have survived prostrate cancer are alive 1 year after recession while 91% are still alive 10 years out.
Isn’t it strange that these two things would happen on the day my mom rings with surgery news?!
Right, I’m tired and need sleep. Papa goes under the knife tomorrow at 11am.
If you’re at all religious, prayers welcome. (thanks)