This fall has been pretty rough. Or so I thought till about a week and a half ago.
School start for Vince and getting settled in Sweden (mainly things for Vince) and yet another move. This time, into our newly bought house (this time we are planning to stay here for a while), Between that and a billion meetings all over, I was beginning to run out of energy for real.
Then last Monday happened and now I can not even remember exactly what part of my life was hard to deal with before that.
I got a call that my dad was on the way to the ER in an ambulance. My mom was out-of-town,and I was only about an hour from the hospital.
Around 3 am in the morning, it was decided that my dad would stay in the hospital over night. The doctors suspected a stroke. I was devastated. By lunch the next day a stroke had been ruled out, but instead they found a swelling of the brain, and they were almost positive it was a tumor. All of a sudden a stroke seemed like a jack pot in comparison to a possible cancer.
Two days later the tumor was confirmed as a big, aggressive, malignant tumor growing fastly.
All pictures and x-rays were sent to a group of brain experts and today we got the answer from them. My dad can and will have surgery within two weeks. It is a big tumor and it is a bad tumor. They do not know as of now how much can be removed. Still it feels like a huge relief that they believe in surgery.
I just cannot remember exactly why I felt so stressed out two weeks ago about my life. Looking back, it seems pretty worry free. And it pisses me off that it needs to take an effing cancer to make me realize that. Cancer sucks, and I have been lucky enough not to have it around me or my family for a very long time. Friends of friends, but not me, not us. All as of one and a half week ago.
Just like that all the things that matters get put in perspectives and you get to re-evaluate life. Slow down to catch a breath and hug who you love.