Wow. Thank you so much for the awesome support for my dad yesterday. Combined with the kick-assedness of his surgeon, the operation was a complete success. The surgeon was able to remove ALL of the tumor. Prior to his surgery, we all thought that the surgeon would find the cancer had spread all over, and there would be nothing he could do. Even the surgeon gave us little hope. We were all thrilled to learn how well the surgery went. I could have cried.
I got to see my dad real quick in recovery last night around 7:30, and he was in a lot of pain and feeling nauseated. But he still had time to tell me to “Be good,” and throw in a joke or two.
This morning I called my mom to see if she’d called the hospital for an update and she told me that my dad called her. And he was doing great. Today he was sitting up in a chair and tomorrow they plan to get him up and about walking ALREADY. I’m going to visit him tomorrow and will tell him of all the support he got from people he’s never met. The internet is a beautiful thing. Thank you, thank you.
Next, after he’s completely recovered, he’ll begin more chemo and possibly radiation. This will suck. But for now, I am focusing on how incredibly he did in surgery. He has a great spirit and wants to kick cancer’s ass as much as I want him to. Also, I think cancer should be scared shitless of my dad, because it keeps trying to beat him down and he just kills it. I think it’s running away with its tail between its legs, right about now.