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A Daughters View of Her Father’s Lung Cancer: The Diagnosis

The Discovery of the Long Journey Ahead

March 2nd, 2018 began like any other day, but by the end the date would makes itself memorable and known.

I was taking a nap since I had not slept well the night before, and at about 12:00 PM I received a text from my father that said “911 on way to Scripps” shortly followed by texts from my fathers neighbors that had words like “ambulance”, “your dad’s house” and “what happened”. My initial reaction was confusion as I had just woken up, and then panic.

Luckily, his particular Friday, my husband was home, and he was able to keep a calm that I was unable to attain. I did not know which hospital within this particular health system my father was being transported to, but started closest to our homes.

Again, luck was on my side, and when I spoke to the ER he had just arrived and we were less than 5 minutes away! We literally arrived before a doctor even saw him.  Continue reading

When Strength is Found in the Routine

When Strength is Found in the Routine

When the word routine pops in your head, I am sure you are thinking of the definition which is a sequence of actions regularly followed; a fixed program.

A couple of weeks ago I woke up early to take my father to the hospital for what should have been a routine procedure to improve blood flow in his lower legs. The main reason I thought this would be so routine was that he had literally had the same surgery with spectacularly positive results a couple weeks prior. This first surgery started at 8 and by 9:30 I had a call that he would be released around noon.

When we entered the hospital and began to repeat the same process we had 14 days prior, I was worried but mainly was looking forward to the process being over, and having my father healthy again.

I stayed with him until the last moment when they wheeled him away and decided that I would pick up some donuts for the nurses (it happened to be Nurses Appreciation Week) to deliver when I returned to pick him up. I drove home wondering if I was making the right decision to leave, wondering if I was really treating this as routine, and not giving it the thought and seriousness I should. Should I stay? Should I go home? I wrestled with that decision and in the end decided to head home.

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