Nate and I getting married was the worst thing that could have happened to our dads’ health.
At least, that’s our current hypothesis. Or maybe it was just our move to Colorado? Let’s take a look at the time line:
May 2007 — Nate & Jenn tie the knot. Health abounds!
July 2008 — we make the big move 1,600 miles west.
July 2008 — Nate’s dad, Mike, is diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. Chemo begins.
October 2008 — My dad is diagnosed with prostate cancer
February 2009 — Mike gets a clean bill of health, and my dad’s PSAs are dropping well. Yay 2009!
March 2009 — Mike’s cancer returns. Bone marrow transplant is on the horizon. Booo 2009!
June 2009 — Mike gets a bone marrow transplant.
July 2009 — My dad gets knee-replacement surgery.
August 2009 — Health is being restored; both dads are looking good!
August 25 — Mike is in a nasty car accident (not his fault) and gets a compressed fracture in his lower lumbar. Three months in a back brace.
Nate, Buddy & I went down to visit Mike in the hospital yesterday along with the rest of the family (yep, it was a crowded little room! Mike, 1 wife, 4 kids, 3 kids-in-law, and 3 grandkids). It was amazing, though; Mike and Susan both had their same steady outlook as did the rest of the family. Hamel humor in hard times still amazes me.
On our ride home from the hospital yesterday, Nate said, “You know, I really wish our dads would stop trying to out-do each other. Man, they’re so competitive.”
Guys, can you call it a draw?
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auschick // August 26, 2009 at 2:15 pm |
seriously! enough already!