It's Real

As I am writing this I have tears pouring out of my eyes onto this keyboard.  This is a very raw moment for me.  I know that my Daddy has cancer.  I knew that eventually his hair would probably fall out. It's been a couple of weeks since his first chemo treatment and he has been doing great.  He is still getting out and about, still being Daddy.  He still looks and acts the same.  Well last night his hair started falling out.  I was thinking on my way home yesterday how proud I was of him and how really nothing had change.  I know this is such a trivial thing to cry over or be upset about, but it makes it real.  It's staring me right in the face now.  There's no more knowing it's there but can't see it.  It's real and it's not going anywhere and now there are starting to be signs of this nasty ugly thing.  I HATE, DESPISE, LOATHE cancer.  My family has been so strong and my Daddy, well Daddy is my hero.  He has not let this thing stop him at all.  I cannot even begin to explain how proud I am of him.  I love that man with all my heart and so very proud to say that I am his daughter and that he is MY Daddy!

Before

After

I just love his big infections smile in his after picture. I think he looks so handsome and younger.  I do love his new hair style. But knowing that cancer is why he had to cut his hair SUCKS.  I will say this again, I am so proud of that man and love him with all my being.  He is my Daddy!

Thank you God for giving my daddy the strength and courage to still get out and be himself.  Thank you for letting us see his big smile everyday.  Thank you for making him my daddy.  Thank you for the best family a girl could ever ask for.