Heartbreak
So my cancer is back. Initially diagnosed in 2017 with Stage 3A Leiomyosarcoma with a recurrence in 2021, it's back again in 2025.
In nearly 9 years, I've had 3 surgeries to remove cancer from my abdomen.
The first time, I was scared. The second time, I was mad. This time, I'm sad.
Not sad that the cancer has come back, but heartbroken that my dad is not here.
My dad passed away in 2023.
Although we may not have entirely gotten along growing up, looking back, I was definitely a daddy's girl.
This is the first time my dad isn't here when I'm sick.
The first time, he will not lay his hands on my head to bless me.
The first time, I will not be able to visit him after my surgery to get a hug and see him smile.
He told me once, after I was recovering from the effects of chemo, that he had a dream of me with long hair and dancing.
And I know, if I tell people how much I miss my dad and want him here, they'll always say "he is there, he's there in spirit" -- Well, fuck you. I don't want him here "in spirit" -- I physically want him to be here to hug and kiss and just to let me know everything will be ok. I want to cook him his favorite food and find him YouTube videos I know he'll love. I want to see him playing with his grandkids and hear his laugh. He would sometimes laugh like Ernie on Sesame Street. That laugh that comes from the back of his throat and kinda clicks.
I want my dad.

















































