it will be a week on Friday... The magic of sorting out a brain tumour without cutting open a skull. Takes about 20mins. I can't be the only one amazed by this. I can't be the only person who thinks 'too good to be true?' But maybe there were those who said that about paracetamol and the pill.
So once more my father will experience something that no doubt I too will one day endure and I am so grateful to him for being willing to do it. He does have a choice here. Some choice! I wonder if it (the tumour) were more deadly and by that I mean speedily so and not slow, eventually after horrendous pain and suffering and destruction of so much more, leaving only your soul to whittle away, just fast. If he would be being treated. I've gradually come to terms with the idea that for all the normal reasons my dad would probably prefer not to be here. He's apparently happy he has been this last year, a year since he tried, a year of wondering if he will again but that too has subsided.
He is here and part of my life and accepting the changes as best he can.
It is so hard but easier for me. I'm here. they are there.
I know I'll stay here, I stay selfish. I won't try to be 'a better daughter' I'll be me... and I'm always be grateful my dad was able to go first and that my daughter won't have to wait her turn.
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