First of all condolences. I lost my Father in Dec. of last year to cancer. The cancer had spread to his brain and he chose to do radiation to stunt the tumor growth.
So my sister and my dad are waiting for this radiation Dr.. The Dr. comes in and Introduces himself, "Hi, my name is Dr. Poo." It was such a great moment! The last real good laugh I had with my dad and my sister. It was one of those trying not to laugh moments, which always makes it worse! My dad says,"You gotta be shittin me! Even God has a sense of humor!" So Dr. Poo goes on to explain that the radiation could cause cataracts. My Dad responds, "Cataracts? I drive a Rincoln!"
I miss him a lot. It gets a lil easier with time.