Last week was one week that I wish never happened. My Father got sick and landed himself in hospital. To be honest he hasn't been well for weeks, maybe even months. I don't know if it was pride, or the fact that he works himself so hard that he never went to the doctors earlier, but I'm glad he finally listen to his body (and my Mother) and went.
Wednesday he got admitted into hospital because his liver was failing. Looking like he bathed in saffron, he walked in like nothing was wrong. But we all knew something was wrong. Dad never gets sick, so it was really hard for us to see him helpless. Test were done, and we waited. Scans were done, and we waited. A week had passed and Thursday morning I woke to my Mum crying, she told me that they found cancer cells in my dads bile duct.
Considering what Dad had been told I am super proud of how he is dealing with the situation. He is being realistic, positive, and his smart ass-self. My poor Mother is a little fragile but she is one of the strongest people I know. I admire both my parents and how they deal with these horrible situations in life. I am so happy that I come from two strong humans, and know that they will have my back in any situation. Knowing that, it is now my turn to have their backs and support them through this time.
Friday, if Dad is healthy enough he will be having a major operation to try and beat this thing they call cancer. We are all super positive, and the surgeon is super confident in beating this type of cancer, awoo!
A few things I have learnt about my father this week -
Dad hates his name. His name is Bretton, everyone knows him as Brett. I love the name Bretton, and knowing he dislikes it I shall be using it a bit more ahahaha.
Dad hates jelly. After not being able to eat for a week because of a number of test and scans jelly became his best friend, or should say worst enemy. Lucky for me I love jelly so I welcomed the jelly cups with open arms.
Dad is obsessed with mandarins. The last month as his condition got worse, he started craving mandarins. I on the other hand crave chocolate, and I don't have a condition. Dad can keep his stinkin' mandarins as I ate what is left of his chocolate stash. Yeah, Dad while you were sleeping I stole the freddo frogs out of your hospital draw. My bad.
I wanted to thank everyone this past week that knew what my family was going through. We have had a huge amount of messages, love, and support and I do apologise if we haven't had time to reply. We want to thank everyone for that support, and Dad is going to be ok. Time to get our positive hats on and get through this hiccup.
So here is to my Dad, I couldn't ask for a better role model, or a better Father, and may you no longer look like a Simpsons character. Time to kick this stupid cancer in the crotch.