I’m finding today a bit surreal with another visit to the hospital, except this time it’s with dad.
Approximately five years ago the University of Tennessee Medical Center was home for mom. They cared for her cancer treatments and truly were the best in every way. As a cancer survivor, mom grew in strength and confidence and this I attribute to her care on UTMC. However, we all sadly lost mom as the treatments took a toll on her body years following her remission.
Now I’m sitting in the waiting room of the same hospital, except this time it’s for dad. Results are not conclusive, but it could be bladder cancer. I’m writing this as he is in recovery and tissue samples of the tumors they removed are being tested.
I feel like there is more than just tumors being tested here with me. It’s emotionally challenging at best and the images of doctors, waiting rooms, medical conversations and that whole medical power of attorney thing is taking it’s toll.
But I’m a big boy and holding it clearly together. Oh, and you may wonder about dad . . . well, he is a strong trooper, brave and a hero!