The Big C

Talked to my mom the other day. As I was prattling on...I know it's a surprise to find out I prattle on and on. heehee Anyway, as I was telling her about everything under the sun that is going on here at Chez' Owens she tells me that she has to tell me how my Dad's latest doctors appt went. Now she says this kinda quietly so it makes my heart drop in the pit of my stomach cuase I know from that tone of voice it is going to be serious. It was. The doctor thinks my daddy, the man who can leap tall buildings with a single bound and the greatest american hero, may have prostate cancer. What do I type after that sentence? I just sat here and looked at my computer for 5 minutes wondering what to say next. There is a part of me who is thinking how dare cancer try to rear it's ugly head with my daddy. It has no idea who it is coming against. The other part of me wants to go and cuddle in his lap... and have him hug me... and tell me he'll make it all better.
He has his biopsy on the 1st of April. My mom has decided she is still going to come for her visit and spend two weeks with us. My middle brother, Mike, is going to go with our dad to get the biopsy done. Can't think of a better man for the job. He is sweet and gentle and knows just what to say and do during crunch time. If you need someone to hold your hand and tell you it will be allright, he is the guy you call.
I will be here. In South Korea. Missing him terribly. Wanting to be there. Wanting to be the one to hold his hand. Wanting to whisper in his ear, "Daddy, I'm here for you, you're going to be okay".
Since we don't always get what we want I'm asking all of you to please say a prayer for him on that day. If you're not a praying person then just send some good wishes his way. I am believing that he is fine and dandy and the biopsy results will come back normal.
He is my superman after all.