So, the bad news. I mentioned in my one-year anniversary post that my mom had breast cancer last year. She was diagnosed in July, had surgery in August, and she finished up radiation treatment right before Thanksgiving. Luckily, she's fine now. She's taking Arimidex every day for the next five years to help prevent relapse, but we've all been breathing easier lately.
We found out Thursday that my dad has prostate cancer. It's incredibly small, and obviously very early, but it's still very scary. His father, my Poppy, passed away a year and a half ago after a 15-year battle with prostate cancer, so this is a familiar and terrifying enemy. Dad's made the decision that he wants to have surgery - just take the thing out, and be done with it. So now we just have to wait for his consultation with the surgeon and subsequent scheduling of the procedure.
It's just unbelieveable. I never thought that I would see both of my parents diagnosed with cancer in less than one year - and before I turn 30, no less.
Mr. T and I headed to Greenville on Saturday evening to have dinner with them, which was lovely. My brother and his girlfriend came over, and we had a fabulous lobster dinner and plenty of red wine. I'm so glad that we went, and I think that my dad was happy to have us all home for a little while.