The First Day of the Rest of My Life

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

A month ago, I went to my parents' house for dinner. I saw something on the calendar for early September, written in red to signify great importance. Prostate check, my dad told me. Seemed normal enough for a man within shouting distance of his 60th birthday.

A week ago, my dad went through his tests. He was a bit worse for wear, but in good spirits overall. (My mom seemed to take joy in telling me that he ended up having to wear one of her Kotex pads.)

An hour ago, I went to my parents' house for dinner.

My dad has prostate cancer.

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