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[felicula]

My dad informed me today that he has prostate cancer. He's had two of the screening tests and a biopsy. He's been to see a urologist and a radiologist, as well as looking up a lot of information online. What I was impressed with most is that he wasn't depressed or drinking again. He was concerned, yes, but he seemed reserved to dealing with it rationally. He seemed focussed on making the best choices for him.

I'm very proud of him. There was a time when he would have been much more upset by something like this. It's odd seeing my dad going through getting cataracts and prostate cancer. I know this sort of thing is bound to happen to many folks as they get older. I feel somewhat detatched about it. They aren't even finalizing which treatment he's getting until Tuesday. We'll be going down Tuesday night, so likely I'll find out then.

I feel a little weird that I wasn't around for them finding out that it was a possibility. Then again, it isn't their responsibility to keep me informed of each little thing before it is something that is happening rather than just a worry.

It isn't likely that things will get ugly from it. They caught it early enough to have several options. That, and he's young enough that more than one option would be feasible.

Just thought I'd post this, since it may be in and out of my mind.

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[phoenixsong]

*hug*