The Big C
I was in Vegas for an 8-day stint with my company and I learned that the tumor that was recently found was indeed cancer. I was hoping that the large mass in his esophagus was benign and that it could be removed with surgery, but my brother’s text proved that the "C" word was back, this time in a much scarier state.
This wasn’t the first cancer battle for my dad. A few years back, he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. For some reason back then, the diagnosis didn’t shake me. I felt confident that he would be fine after treatment and he was. He opted to have radium pellets inserted and the tiny bullets did the job.
"The tumor is cancer," wrote my brother via a text message.













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