While I definitely had my fair share of troublesome problems and obligations I need to deal with, a certain awful event that happened these past few days overwhelmed all my little worries – my dad’s surgical operation due to prostate cancer. If you checked my twitter, chances are, you should see my mini announcement that I would be gone for a week due to my dad’s hospitalization. My dad had actually been undergoing checkups and CT scans for around a year, and the most recent checkups were not really positive. The doctor said he needed a surgery, and fast.
Fortunately, the disease was discovered in the early stages – the cancer was in an isolated state and it hadn’t started spreading to other parts of the body so the situation wasn’t as bad. He still had to undergo surgery though, and the operation was successful. I admit though, I was a bit shocked and flabbergasted to see him murmuring hysterically that he’s in pain in the operation theater. My dad, who has a considerable resistance to pain, had an expression that was akin to screaming for help. We weren’t able to do much – the only thing we could do was to just stay at his side as much as humanly possible.
Time goes on, and as the days passed, my dad was still in pain, but he was getting better bit by bit. By the fifth day, he was already eating and walking around – his strength slowly but gradually returns. By almost exactly one week, he was already given the leeway return home. He still need help around the house but he had been getting more and more energetic, he was still obviously in pain though, and probably will for a while.
As usual, real life’s tough, but my dad’s surviving, I’m surviving… we all are, and we will do our very best to continue this tenacious spirit of ours.
