I missed out on Yom Kippur service today. It’s a bit disappointing, actually. It’s a meaningful feast of the L-RD. But unfortunately, I had a more pressing mitzvah to attend to.
My father had to go in for a biopsy today of his prostate. There’s a chance he could have cancer. At age 87, even if he does, it’s probably not what will take him from us. But we’re checking to find out because, if he’s cancer-free in his prostate, he will be able to receive stronger testosterone injections, which improve his mood and energy levels. That would be a good thing, and that’s why we’re checking.
I’m under no illusions; at 87 I realize my father probably won’t be here another 10 years, maybe not even another five years. In fact, the L-RD could take him home tomorrow for all I know. But the duty my wife and I have taken on as part of “honor thy father and thy mother” is to make sure whatever time Dad has left is as good as it can be.
Tags: father, prostate biopsy, Yom Kippur