I’m going to preface this post by saying that very few of my family members know about my blog. If you’re one of the ones who do, and are learning this information for the first time, please don’t out my blog!
I don’t know when or why I started running. I take that back. I know why. For a very long time, I ran to lose weight. I only ran 2-3 miles and at a very slow pace. This went on for a few years. I’m not sure why, but at some point, I became obsessed with the idea of running a half marathon. Honestly, I don’t remember really training for it. At some point, my father, who lives in Maryland, decided he was going to run it with me. He’d never run more than a 10K race. I’d never run a race period. The race was the Silver Comet Half Marathon in 2005.
This was four years ago, so the details of the race are kind of foggy. My dad flew in on a Friday afternoon. I picked him up at the airport and we raced over to pick up our numbers. It was cold out. Much colder than he’d planned for. We had to stop at Target and get him a long sleeved shirt. I remember starting the race and almost tearing up. I was actually doing this; I was actually running a half marathon. At one point, my father told me that if I wanted to run faster, I could. I felt like a badass and ran ahead. I thought I’d left him in my dust. Not so. As I turned around at the halfway point, he was right behind me. We ran the second half of the race together and at the end, I managed to beat him by one second.
As some of you already know, when I was blogging about my family member with the health issue, I was talking about my father. He went in for a routine physical a few months ago and came out with bladder cancer. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. He’s had the tumor removed and we’ve sort of gone through a roller coaster of events. First it looked kind of grim. It looked to be a rare sort of cancer that was aggressive and possibly invasive. There was a lot of talk of bladder removal surgery. Then he had another biopsy. The doctor told him that his bladder looked healthy and that from the naked eye, it looked like the cancer had been removed with the original procedure. Today we got the biopsy results. Well, I did. He might have gotten them yesterday. The cancer cells are still present and it’s an unusual type of cell. They have not invaded the walls of the bladder, which is good, but they are still there. He begins a treatment therapy next week which consists of injecting something into the bladder one day a week for six weeks in the hopes that it will kill the cancer cells. This has a 30-40% chance of working. The cancer has not spread anywhere and is contained within his bladder, which is a very good thing. But if this treatment does not work, he will probably have to have his bladder removed, which is a major surgery.
I’m running the Silver Comet Half Marathon again tomorrow. I cannot help but to think of my father when I run it. I feel in my heart that he is going to be okay and that I am somehow running this race for him.