March 26, 2011
Cancer sucks. Say it with me. Cancer sucks. It's become a mantra for my family. Everytime something goes wrong, it's inevitably a casualty of cancer. For my dad, it's not the cancer itself that threatens his life. It's little things that can rapidly become catastrophic. A sliver. A simple cold. This morning, I woke up on a Saturday expecting to do a bit of light studying. Instead, my wife says, "I think your phone has been ringing." I go downstairs and pick it up. It says "3 missed calls". Uh-oh. All three calls are from my dad and came rapid fire. I quickly call him. He has a fever of 101. Uh-oh. He has two brothers and a sister-in-law from Canada down to help him out. His sister-in-law is already bringing him over to my house. It's down to MD Anderson's ER we go. Cancer sucks. Cancer sucks. Cancer sucks.