Today, my father-in-law has surgery to remove another melanoma from his back. Luckily, it’s shallow and very small. I hope removing it won’t be much worse for him than one of the millions of biopsies he’s already been through, despite carrying the scary name, melanoma.
Last year he had a much deeper one removed from a different part of his back. After the surgery we found out that it was a rare type of melanoma that normally doesn’t spread. The one today is the real deal. It’s the spreading, scary kind that ended up killing my grandma when I was eleven.
Every few months my father-in-law has another bit cut out of his face, neck or ears. Mostly basal cell cancers but the sheer quantity leaves an impact. Makes me afraid to verbalize what I know subconsciously – that no one is with us forever. Makes me wonder how much longer I will be blessed with the love of this kind and wonderful second Father.
I regret the strange twist of biology that makes him susceptible to these cancers. I hope with all my heart to enjoy his company for many, many more years.
Say your prayers and keep your fingers crossed for him.