Dinner is Ruined By Cancer
7 min readNov 16, 2020
October, 2012
Dad was reclining in his favorite blue chair, staring at the flat screen television, absorbing the national news of the day. He was seventy years old then, balding and paunchy, and in his ninth year of retirement from the airline company.
Dad had suffered some serious health scares recently. It was one crisis after another, and then another one after that. The most recent scare…
