Learning to Love Stage 2 Lung Cancer
My dad (right), his father and his stepmother in about 1946 when he had all the time in the world As I write this, I'm on two journeys. One defined, which I'm making it with the help of Delta Airlines (I'm in love with their inflight WIFI BTW). Presumably, they'll deposit me safely in Southwest Florida where the other journey continues. That's the one into a future without my parents. They're old. Not just sort of old, but the kind of old where really important things start to break down, and one's body just can't hold the bad stuff at bay. The most recent evidence of this is my dad's diagnosis of stage two lung cancer a few weeks ago. And just in case you think me ghoulish for writing this post's headline, that's an upgrade from his initial diagnosis of stage three, which is why my new best friend is stage two lung cancer. It's given me a rare gift. It's made me realize the importance of time. it's the only thing we ca...