A Bad Phone Call

My Dad called today and gave us some news we didn't want. He had a biopsy of his prostate done earlier in the week. The doctor's office called today to let him know that he has prostate cancer. They felt like they caught it early and that it would be treatable. That was nice to hear, but it still felt like a slap in the face to find out that cancer had entered our family. We knew we weren't exempt from it, but we had been fortunate to not have anyone diagnosed with anything worse than skin cancer. Cancer changes everything. It's a scary word and I hate how it has instantly changed our lives. He will have a bunch of tests done next week to make sure that it wasn't spread from his prostate. Until then, we will be busy praying!