My dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer today. He's older - 72 - but this hits me hard because he's always been the picture of health. Until a couple of years ago he was running several miles a day; now bikes because of a bad knee. I guess I'm mostly depressed about
the sudden shock that my invincible dad has cancer.
I know that prostate cancer is very common, especially in older men, and that it's treatable, but it's still hard to swallow. Especially being 5,000 miles away. I am mostly concerned about his emotional health - he's always been the type to dismiss any health concerns in the family (he's a physician, after all!) and now the prospect of facing his own illness; I can't imagine this is going to be easy for him. And that, more than the prognosis itself, is the most difficult thing.