Papa John vs. Big Cat

In September my dad ran the Terry Fox Run with me. 

At that time we had no idea that Cancer was stalking him.

i say stalking because that's how i see what it is doing.

unfortunately, in some people cancer ravages them.

cancer grips a hold and tears apart.

it destroys and kills.

in my dad the cancer is a lion.. a panther.

it is slowly, quietly stalking him.

deciding how to destroy him, but biding it's time.

it had already began scratching at his tonsil

it had made a place of rest in a lump in his neck.

it is circling, patiently.

if you have ever seen a cat, large or small, stalking prey

that is how i see the cancer in my dad.

it has not ripped, torn, shredded.

it is stalking him...

waiting for the right time to lunge, to attack with full force.

believe me, even a stalking panther is dangerous.

it's quiet and light on it's feet.

it is stealth.

it is killer waiting to happen.

thankfully my dad has attacked before it had the opportunity to lunge.

his chemo and radiation end over this next week. 

then we'll see if the cat is killed or just tranquilized.

i pray it's dead.

because i don't want it to wake up mad.

More on my dad's cancer see: my mom's blog