Mark survived Stage IV Rhabdomyosarcoma and is a survivor of 29 years.
I wrote this post on July 22, 2019, the first birthday of which I no longer could call my dad to wish him a Happy Birthday. The previous Fathers' Day (2018) was the last time I spoke to my earthy father. I took for granted there would be another conversation, and I still live with awful regret knowing I missed many chances to talk to him.
Today was the first Fathers' Day I have lived through without my father being here to call or spend the day with to show love and appreciation for being my dad.
The last time I spoke to my father was June 17, 2018, which was Fathers' day last year. I have many mixed feelings as I sit here and write this. While the previous few years of his life were spent estranged from his family, I knew my dad loved me very much. He never had an issue telling or showing me that he loved me. He was very generous to me financially. Despite suffering mental meltdowns after I asked his assistance during each financial crisis', he always helped.
However, there was another side of my dad’s behavior towards my sisters, brother, and mother. My dad also changed a lot toward me after I had cancer. He was more kind and made excuses for me because of my sickness, but that didn’t stop me from seeing the inconsistencies in his behavior toward my siblings and mother.
During my sickness, he disowned my sister when she became pregnant outside of wedlock. However, he continued to show up at the hospital. I told him if he couldn’t be a father to my sister, then I didn’t want him being one to me, but that didn’t stop him from coming. Seeing these inconsistencies challenged my understanding of who my father was. I eventually had to accept him as he was which allowed us to share many happy moments until dementia started to kick in.
Cancer treatment took the ability to have children away from me at age 17. Radiation permanently destroyed certain things that I hoped they wouldn't. Being 17, I did not have a choice in whether or not I wanted radiation. I was very hesitant and didn't want to go through it. The potential for long term side effects was always more apparent to me from radiation than chemotherapy.
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