I have had a couple ask me how my dad is doing with his cancer treatments. Here he is last week when we took the kiddos to Legoland:
He and my mom are doing well. After a short trip home, my parents have just moved into their own place here for a while. I think that a year ago, we had no idea what was going on with my dad. I remember him going to CHA-S with us to help watch the kiddos and we would hear him cough a bit every once in a while but never in a million years did we think he would have stage IV lung cancer to be diagnosed a couple of months later.
But now, when my parents are here with us, whenever I hear my dad cough and it is only once in a while - I pause and think "does he need to go to the doctor?" or "is it getting worse?" My parents are doing well. They are happy to have their own place. They actually drove back from their house this last trip which is a pretty good trip for 2 people in their 70s considering it is a close to a 1000 mile drive for them.
My parents have settled into a place and even discovered a new love for IKEA. Apparently they bought a futon last week from there and have assembled it already. They are staying busy. They love coming over to see the kiddos.
My dad's cancer is something that won't go away. He will live with it. He manages it now. He and my mom are taking baby steps to enjoying life. I think they might start travelling again. If and when he needs treatment again, we will handle what we need to. For now we are grateful for the miracle that is well life. I want them to enjoy it.
My dad (and mom) light up when Olivia goes up to them and gives them hugs and kisses. At times, I wonder if it is my parents in front of me... we grew up in a not super affectionate household but they give and get lots of love and kisses from both kids and they are happy with it. No more just head nuzzling for them with the kids.
We are headed over to their place for July 4th to watch the fireworks and hang out . The little things in life! Thank you to everyone who has been keeping my family in their prayers. My dad's story is one of hope and fight. And to enjoy your life and not worry about things you cannot control.