I remember the day my dad first told me he had been diagnosed with cancer. It was approximately ten years ago and it was just before Christmas. I was just rushing through the door to go and meet an old friend when the phone rang. I picked it up and it was my dad phoning to give me the bad news.
I got in the car and cried all the way to my friend’s house. She lived about an hour’s drive away, but when I arrived on her doorstep I couldn't remember the journey.
The good news is ten years later at 82 years old; my dad is still very much alive and kicking and is enjoying a very good quality of life! Sometimes when we hear the word 'cancer' we think of impending or inevitable death! But thankfully it is not always the case! Far from it in fact!
I really hope your dad is as lucky as mine. Take care of yourself and enjoy your holiday in three weeks time!
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