I’m a little late for Father’s Day, but I wanted to say that I missed my father yesterday.
He passed away in 2008 of cancer. He and I shared chemo struggles for 18 months or so, as his treatment ended as mine began, and then his began again. He was a doctor before he retired, and he had survived three other kinds of cancer. My father was fond of saying that he had always been very lucky and had no complaints at 83.
In his memory, then, I want to say thank you to all the doctors who help encourage their patients and who offer to do the best that they can to save lives. Too often, just as many children can take their parents for granted at times, we take our doctors for granted.
Thanks to them all for all they do.