When an event happens that shakes you to your core, you remember what you were doing at that exact moment.
I was editing a photo of a Father cuddling his children when my Mom called to tell me that my Father had been diagnosed with Prostate Cancer. My mouth dropped open and time stopped. I asked her to repeat it as there was no way my vivacious, talkative, charismatic Father could have cancer…this just couldn’t be happening.
Yes, it was true. I called my Father and we talked and we cried. As soon as my hubby got home from work, I drove home to Vermilion as I needed to see him and he’s only a couple of hours from me. The next week I met up with my Mom, Dad, and sister at the Hys Centre so my Dad could have a bone scan to see if the cancer had spread beyond the prostate. Our family came together and for those sisters (there are 6 girls in my family) that couldn’t make the trip for the appointment, we texted back and forth through out the day. The wait for the results seemed like an eternity, but I am so happy and thankful to tell you that the cancer did not spread to his bones.
This week, he is seeing the doctor to discuss where to go from here.
So with the permission of my Dad, I am posting this to ask for your prayers as he undergoes treatment for prostate cancer. He is such a strong man, but he needs support and prayers.
This summer I wrote a post on my photography blog about my Dad. Give it a read if you have time and you want to put a face to his name…Ralph Dicke.
I will leave you with a favourite song of Dad’s. It’s also fitting that this version is by Johnny Cash. My Dad reminds me of Johnny Cash and he loves his music.
Thank you so much for your support.
From my heart to yours,