My Dad

I know I have been a terrible blogger. Things have been going on for quite some time with him, but I never found the time to write about it. My dad has an enlarged prostate. It is 3 times its normal size. he has not been able to urinate for months now. He finally, probably 3-4 weeks ago, seen a doctor about it. The doctors say it is so large, that they don't know if they can shrink it. They may have to cut it down to size. Actually, we don't know what the doctors want to do. They are very wishy-washy on which steps to take with him.

That is not his only problem. He hasn't been able to have a bowel movement in over 3 months, gross I know. He has also been losing weight at a rapid pace. The doctors have tested him for many things, and they have no answer as to what is wrong with him. He is currently living with my grandparents (he and my mom are no longer together).

I just feel so terrible for him. He looks like he is on death's doorstep. He can't walk without assistance. Granted, he has put my family and I through so much shit in the past he is still my father and I care for his well-being. My brother, on the other hand, wishes he would vanish. He is a teenager and has so much anger towards his father for never being there and making his life hell. I get that. I do. It has been over 6 years and it is time to put that in the past.

I told my grandparents that if the doctors are confused, and they don't know what to do then it is time for a second opinion. Don't just settle for their word. Take him to doctors that WILL do something. I just hope he makes it through whatever it is he is going through...alive.