It's Positive

That's what my mom said on Monday afternoon when I was in the middle of grocery shopping.
My dad's biopsy came back positive for prostate cancer.

She told me she was talking to my sister when dad got the call on his cell phone that morning. And when my sister found out, she cried. So somewhere in the middle of the honey and the beans and the tea aisle, I cried, too. And I didn't care if people saw me cry. Neither did mom. I'm sure Mom cried at some point, even though by the time we spoke she sounded in good spirits.

I know it's common in men his age, it's slow growing, there are lots of treatment options and usually is curable. But I still can't help but freak out a little when I hear the word "cancer."

He and my mom are going back on Friday to discuss his options. I offered to go along for moral support. As of now we don't know where it's at, how soon they caught it, what grade it is, etc. I'm only hoping it was detected early enough and that is hasn't spread. The good news is that he hasn't had any of the symptoms for prostate cancer, and he's not worried about it. On Friday I talked to him at my nephew's football game, before he knew of the biopsy results.

Hey...however the biopsy comes back, I'll deal with it. That's all we can do.

Geez, he makes it sound so easy!
Mom said he's in good spirits. Still milking the cows, eating his favorite ice cream and popcorn, doing his thing and probably more worried about we kids than he is about himself. He's always been like that. She said he doesn't want any of us to worry, which is almost impossible. How do you not worry about your dad, even if he's the toughest man you've ever known?

But all we can do in the meantime is wait. Wait for more information and then decide what to do. Wait and pray.