Life

I don't even know how to start a post like this. Mainly because it involves my Superman. My superman would be my daddy. My daddy is my Superman because he has been there for me thru everything. He is such a compassionate man. Always loved me no matter what. Even when I was in the wrong! He is also  a wonderful Papaw to my awesome 2 little boys.
On June 21st my Superman was diagnosed with Stage 3 Renal Carcinoma. We would find out later that the cancer in his kidney is the size of a softball and the vein that goes to his heart is double in size from the cancer and that the cancer has made it to his heart. Superman's heart! The heart that loves no matter what! The doctors gave, what to me sounded grim, prognosis of 50%. When you think of your gas tank being half full it sounds pretty good but when your daddys chance of living is half it sounds like the end of the world.
Since June 21st not a day has went by, a minute, not even a second that I don't think about losing my daddy to cancer. Some people say its gets easier but he is my daddy, my superman and I don't forsee it getting easier. I have watched my daddy go from a healthy middle aged man to a pale fragile man that can barely get around.
Life can deal some pretty mean things to us but this has got to be one of the worse. I question God constantly and watch as some people get off so easy. My heart is broken and this is the first time that my Superman can't save me because he is trying like hell to save himself.