My dad has lung cancer.
I've been a bad son; I haven't gone to see him since before I found out. I don't know why exactly. I was trying to figure it out tonight. I think it's because Dad has always been a super strong, indestructible man in my mind. He's been through all kinds of torturous pain -- including a tree falling on and breaking his leg, a drill passing through his flesh, and more. My Dad is impurveous to pain and illness.
Selfishly, I don't want to see him any other way. I don't want to know the truth -- that he's just as human as I am. Or perhaps it's because seeing him as vulnerable might mean I'm vulnerable too.
Forgive me Dad; I'm coming to see you this Sunday.