Few weeks ago we received bad news that my dad had prostate cancer.
Things moved pretty fast, and without thinking in twice I flew home to help during the weeks before and after my dad's surgery. I didn't care anymore about my projects, agenda, and plans for the summer, I wanted to be in Spain as soon as possible.
The low risk surgery became high risk because the doctors discovered that he had more cancer than they thought. The next day, when he woke up after the operation, my dad let us know that he couldn't hear. Nobody really knows why, it may be an effect of the anesthesia, but still to this day my dad can't hear. He reads our lips. While he is taking treatment, doctors can't guarantee that my dad will ever recover, but we have faith he will. These weeks have been really hard for all of us. I have been in Spain a month and a half and I'm not sure when I will be back.
Life is so fragile, and for first time I saw my dad, that strong man that never gets sick, vulnerable. I also saw a very powerful man. From the beginning he had a positive attitude, and even today, after all that has happened his response to the question How are you doing? is: well, I'm doing well. What a great example of strength. As he says, "there is always something to learn from moments like this". It's true, I'm learning to overcome trials with a positive attitude.
Every now and then we stop or are forced to stop, reevaluate, and reflect on what is really important to us. I think in that moment we realize that what we used to consider important still is, but not priority number 1 because what really is IMPORTANT goes first, the rest can wait.