Now that we can be social again, I get a lot of questions about my cancer. Some are kind, some are strange, most are simple enough—the basic how are you doing/feeling/coping. Once in awhile a query is profound. A very dear friend, with a talent for getting to the heart of the matter, especially when it’s your heart itself, asked “Has this experience changed how you relate with your father?”
pow. In fact, it did.
My drive to treatment is about twenty minutes each way, thirty when I take the prettiest lake route. I enjoy it, and with the spare time I make speaker phone calls.
Me: “Hey, Siri, call Dad”
Siri: ”Sorry, you don’t have a Dad”
Bwaaaaahaaa.... so, this experience has changed Robert to Dad in my phone and in my life.
p.s. did I mention the friend is also my hair dresser? Skip the therapist, get your hair done.