I'm being a downer with this post. I just needed to share. It's selfish and not keeping with good spirits this thread is known for.
I live in Hawaii now. Cheers
I lived here before , back in my Navy days I was stationed here. On and off about seven years total
Now I'm back.
I shouldn't go here but will. My mom and dad died from cancer two years apart. Mom went first. January, 2000. She was 62.
Over the next few years I lost my dad too. He had been diagnosed with cancer about three years after my mom was.
They both fought it. Surgery, chemotherapy. My mom fought for 5 years. She passed away and it looked like Dad had successfully beaten cancer. He looked healthy.
I was stationed in Hawaii at the time. Dad came out to visit me. I'm not going to go into detail about his visit except to say it was a wonderful time
My memory fades me on exact dates since then. I think it was about a year later I transferred from Hawaii back to the mainland. I spent about a month at home with my dad. He was tired most of the time. I figured he had lost motivation because my mom, his life partner was gone.
I think that was partly correct. One morning after a discussion about the future and a favor I asked of him for the coming months. Dad said he wasn't sure he could fulfill it. His cancer had come back.
Him and my younger brother are both Chiropractors and Dad's office had an X-Ray machine. My brother X-rayed my dad. They found a very large tumor growing up up dad's spine. Pretty ironic for a man who dedicated his life to helping people's spine. The fountain of youth really.
Dad didn't want anybody to know the cancer had come back. My brother made a promise he wouldn't tell
I miss my folks so much. Believe it or not when I started writing this post I was going to talk about the two Harley Davidson's in my car port.
My mind is a mysterious thing.
