Brutal chemo. Brutal radiation. This thing just keeps on coming. It's angry. Why so angry with a man so harmless and warm?
My father was just diagnosed with terminal cancer and has chosen to fight back. He is undergoing a brutal regime of treatment and not once has complained. He just keeps moving along with the same pain he has felt for years with his rheumatoid arthritis... He certainly isn't a quitter. And thank whoever it is for that because the thought of him no longer being around crushes my heart and makes me feel sick. To me he is still the man wearing stubby shorts and Terry towelling hat, holding my little hand on the beach. He'll always be that man. I know how lucky I am to be this sad... I had one of the best. If not the best.
Take out your sword, dad and fight till that larger lady belts it out. You've always had fight and always will. Against all odds. You are a true gentleman that is adored by many and respected by all. Mwah.