Dad’s test results came back good, I suppose you’d say he’s in remission .We’ve never spoken of his cancer like it really is cancer – with the proper medical terms like malignant, benign, remission, even the word cancer was whispered. But it’s great news to know that he’s clean, bloods say so, scopes say so, yippee!

So I updated my facebook question today. I didn’t like their selections, so I thought I’d make one up myself. The first thing to pop into my head was “If you were a kitchen utensil, which utensil would you be?” I’ll give you some hints: Meat mallet – because I’m always beating on everybody; Spatula because I’m always the one trying to get the most out of a situation; Cleaver – I cause division everywhere I go. Yeah… not that great, so I went with the second candidate: What’s your favorite childhood memory?

Mine is of my dad swinging my sister and I around on his arms. My dad’s a builder (an honest one – they do exist) and when he got home in the evenings my sister & I used to run down to his workshop to greet him, he’d usually meet us halfway there. We’d each grab an arm and he’d spin us around in circles with our feet off the ground.

I remember thinking that I must have the strongest dad in the world.  I also remember being jealous of my sister if she got there first and got an extra swing, and I’m sure she felt the same if I beat her out the door. Silly really.

I suppose some folks would feel bad for my dad not having a son, and while he did and still does have a wealth of ‘boy’ knowledge to share, he never made us feel that we were any less than he could have wanted. He did however do his best to teach us some mechanics. Some of  that has stayed with me, I’m happy to admit.

He phoned me today to tell me that pending some blood test results on Thursday, he’s got the all clear from his doctor for the bladder cancer he was diagnosed with 2 years ago. Spare a prayer for us that the test results come back good …