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Today is Halloween.
I hate Halloween.
The extreme hate started four years ago, when my dad was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer ON HALLOWEEN.
That night, we digested the news, and despite my positive attitude, I couldn't help but wonder if that Halloween would be his last. If you asked the doctors, it was. Metastatic Pancreatic Cancer comes with a ticking clock: six months.
But the next Halloween, after an extensive surgery, he was still here. And then the doctors gave us another number: 6 months to a year.
And on the third Halloween, he was still here.I had to wonder if the doctors owned calendars.
Last January, he was given another number: 6 to 10 months. What is it with doctors and their nice round numbers? How come it's never 7 to 11 months?
Anywho, today is the fourth Halloween since we heard the news. And he's still here. And he's not going anywhere.
So, instead of Happy Halloween, I prefer to think of today as HAPPY "TAKE-THOSE-NUMBERS-AND-SUCK-IT, DOC" DAY!
Not sure it has the same ring as Happy Halloween, but I think with enough practice it will catch on. Plus, it involves fun hand gestures!
|My mom and dad a few weeks ago. My dad gained five pounds. Check out his muffin top!|
And a HAPPY "SUCK IT, DOCTOR" DAY to you. Here's to you and whoever you'd like to say "SUCK IT" to!
Side note: I think that's the most I've ever used the phrase "suck it" in one post. I hope I didn't offend anyone.
Yesterday, after Kid C said a prayer and asked God to take away Grandpa's cancer, he said, "Grandma, what's the opposite of cancer?"
She looked at him like it was the most reasonable question ever, and said, "Cure. Cure is the opposite of cancer."
Here's to finding the opposite of cancer.