My dad had been experiencing dizziness and nausea for a couple of weeks, and he was convinced that he was suffering from Vertigo. He finally went to the doctor yesterday, who referred him to a radiologist, who advised him to go the E.R., where it was discovered he has a golfball-sized tumor at the back of his head, on the outside of his brain.
After a frantic 12 hours, and after speaking to several different doctors, we learned that he likely has renal cell carcinoma, a common form of kidney cancer. Four years ago, he had a malignant tumor on his left kidney, which was removed. Apparently, some cells can sneak off the kidney and spread throughout the body, and in this case, they lodged onto his brain.
Fortunately, the tumor is as close to the surface as possible, and the doctors insisted that it is a routine procedure for removal that can be performed in three hours. But because of its sensitive location, he must go under the knife immediately, and that will occur tomorrow morning at approximately 7 a.m.
Again, doctors insists that he should be alright, and that he should even be able to go home in 4 or 5 days, but the real scare will come when pathology results come in, and they determine if cancer has spread anywhere else in the body.
Still, doctors said that is one of the most common types of cancer, and is pretty standard as far as treatment goes. So whatever transpires, they will know what to do. It has also been determined that cancer has not spread to his lungs and that his heart is fine, which is obviously very good news.
But it is obviously a very disturbing time period. When all you want to do is come home from work, go for a run and watch sports, instead you find yourself sitting in a hospital room for five hours.
So all I ask, is if you guys can please just send a small prayer our way, just asking the big guy upstairs to make sure everything goes alright. And no I do not mean the fat guy that lives in the apartment above you.
My dad needs to stick around and keep making me egg and cheese sandwiches every Saturday morning, up until I am 35 years old and still living at home. How can I go without that?!
And even if you don’t want to do it for me, say a prayer so that he gets better sooner so that I can write more funny — and sort of racist, and definitely sexist — blogs again.
If you don’t know any prayers, just make one up. Incorporate the words “holy,” “God,” “Father,” and “Hallelujah,” and just like that, you have a prayer. If you need to, since you’re already praying, you can throw something in there for yourself too. And maybe think of a dove flying through the sky while you do so to round out the image.
Feel free to add something like hoping Kate Upton will decide to pose for Playboy soon, or that you win the lottery. I don’t know which would be better.
I tend to make a lot of suggestions here on how people should act, but for the first time, I am making a request. So, please?