So my dad's cancer has returned...

I got a call from my sister, that my dad wanted to talk to me, and that I should call him when I get a chance. This was last week. I knew something was wrong, because my sister wasn't too good at making that request subtle, but I didn't find out what it was about till I called my mom to say happy mom's day!

She tells me she talked to my dad and gives me all of the details. I call him after talking with my mom and get more details. He was diagnosed with bladder cancer maybe 2 years ago, and they removed it with a laser and light radiation. It was gone for over a year. So my dad was having problems and went to get it checked last week, and they found more cancer than they did before and he has a surgery scheduled on June 1st (the earliest he could get it done with Kaiser Permanente), to do the same as before, but this time with chemo.

Talking with my dad, I know where I got my not afraid of death mentality from (neither of us are scared to talk about our deaths or no longer living), but it is slightly hard to be on the other end of it.

I will be calling him the day after to make sure all is ok. I lost a coworker to cancer a little over a year ago, and I remember chemo putting him into a lot of pain, and it just made his body so weak, so I am a bit nervous for this next surgery.