Prostate Cancer. It Never Ends.

Well ladies and gentlemen, I have something I would like to talk
about. My grandfather has prostate cancer. Just when I thought it as
over. For those who don't know me, my father had the same thing about
two years ago. Its a tough thing for them to deal with. Its hard for
me as well.
Their first reaction is they are gonna die. They hear the word cancer
and flip out. Its the word itself that messes with you more than
anything. I seen that on an episode of OZ. And it is so true. Cancer messed with my
father but he stayed strong. His was stage 4. He was in pretty good shape because he
always worked out and watched what he ate. It was probably what helped
him get through it so well.
It was tough on me because I felt like I should do something but I
couldn't. I hated myself for it. But I had to be strong for him and my
mother. The thought of losing him killed me. Still, I had to be
strong. When he had the surgery it was really rough. I remember I went
to the hospital. I hate hospitals. I never go. He knew I was
umcomfortable so he told me to go home. From there it was a healing
process. Controlling bladder and getting used to the medications type
of thing. See my father wasn't so bad. But no matter what, it was a
bad experience. My fathers cancer is gone and he is doing really good.
I'm thankful. I have my dad. My grandfather's cancer isn't that bad
either. It is at stage 1. We're lucky. My dad always worries about it coming back. We
all do. Now I gotta worry about grandpa. I have faith in him that he
will be ok. I take all the measures I can so then it doesn't happen
to me. Prostate cancer is no joke. Get checked out yearly. Be safe and
be healthy.