Carry On, Survivors

My Dad is a survivor.

He was the last of 11 children born to Italian immigrant parents and as family lore has it his oldest sister and her husband were given the honor of naming him.  My father’s given name is Arnold but as he grew up his eldest brother was frequently directing him with the command of “you go”; soon he began to believe that this was his really his name. 

He matured quickly in a depression-era childhood and began to work seven days a week doing a “man’s job” at the age of 13, shortly after his father died. He had the opportunity to go to college on a football scholarship only to have that derailed after one year so he could continue to support his family; he grew stronger despite his broken dreams. 

He served in the US Army during Korea.  He worked as a firefighter for 28 years and endured the numerous physical and emotional assaults the profession brings.  He also worked countless side jobs to support his wife and children.  

He carried on through several major bouts of depression.  He had both his knees replaced on the same day and gained several inches in the process.  A week shy of a year ago, he underwent a six vessel coronary bypass.

His latest crusade is against bladder cancer.  As his daughter, I wonder “why should he have to fight such a big battle at this time of his life?”  I know better than to expect an answer to my question.  Dad has completed his prescribed chemotherapy.  Another major surgery is facing him in less than a month. He is ready to face the challenges and major life changes this surgery will bring for him at the age of 81.  

My Dad is a survivor.

My gratitude goes to all cancer survivors; your crusade from day of diagnosis is a constant source of inspiration and strength to those who know and love you.  Thank you