This morning I had my first breakfast. Now how must a 54 year old man claim at this point of his life to have his first breakfast? What are the factors that must have converged, what are the variables at work for me to determine that this was my first breakfast?
Was this the breakfast delivered to me in bed, by my wife enticingly clad and smelling like a bunch of fresh rose? No not that one. Was it the first breakfast that you cooked for yourself and others? No not that one. Was it the first breakfast that I paid for with my own money? No not that one. Then what kind of breakfast was it?…you have every right to question and you sure deserves an answer.
This occasion was so special to me I shouldn’t even be sharing it. I should have filed it away in the depth of my heart where it would be wrapped with delicate coatings of emotions and stored for eternity. However since I have chosen not to be selfish I will share this, as I have shared some other emotional moments on this road of life. This special breakfast have more significance to me especially seeing I have started a new epoch in my life as a prostate cancer survivor.
This breakfast was made for me by my 10 year old son. On page 54 of my book Prostate Cancer And me… Or You, The Two Stages (Man To Man) you will get a glimpse of this sensitive little boy when he was seven years old. There he had crawled up in bed with me on my arrival from the hospital, instead of playing around. Needless to say that was another nurturing act that I have immortalized.
I didn’t ask him to do anything of the sort, and a first breakfast at 10 years when he, as far as I am concerned, didn’t know how to cook, is something that will be indelibly etched in my thoughts.
As it goes, I recalled hearing scurrying in the kitchen and undertone conversations, but I hadn’t attributed anything special to it. He and his little 5 year old brother were home form school for the holiday break and I figured they had just beaten me to the punch in getting up.
Their mother had long gone to work, and as a stay at home father I took care of them in the mornings. As a matter of fact I do everything for them including of course, making breakfast.
I didn’t even realize something was up when I got whiffs of bacon. I had chalked that up to the neighbor downstairs doing his thing. Anyway the smell wake me up and I got up, brush my teeth and pop my head out, in thoughts of cleaning up the kitchen from the night before dinner, and doing breakfast.
Upon alighting from the bedroom I saw three plates of bacon and eggs, and sliced bread on the table, and my son tending to the coffee pot.
Before I could ask, my little boy announced “I made breakfast for you Dad”. I cannot tell you how my heart was melted. Even writing this is taking some effort…
(if this was a sheet of paper you probably would see some water marks).
As I sat down to eat with them I found myself thinking how good this breakfast was. It had no frills, wasn’t being eaten at some fancy restaurant, made by some executive chef, but this is the breakfast I will never forget. What a great breakfast this was! I could eat it holding back the tears, as I know it was made with love.
Other fathers may have their child being a son or a daughter, make them breakfast, but none will be compared to mine. I love my boys very much. When told I had prostate cancer it became an immediate bother, as I though of them growing up in this unforgiving world without me to guide them. Was this one of the reasons why I survived prostate cancer? Is this one of the reasons why I am so happy I survived prostate cancer!
I could have been dead today had I not taken my health into my own hands by doing the things I had to do. The one most important thing I did was developing the habit of going to the doctor regularly. I could have been dead today leaving my two little boys to be grown up with their mother without me. My son who made me breakfast was 5 years old when I was diagnosed with this disease. Because I lived five years later he was able to make me breakfast.
I have known of men who died within two years after being diagnosed with the disease. Those men waited too long to go the doctor and when the symptoms showed up undertakers were preparing coffins for them. Whether you have a son with the loving appreciative attitude to prepare a breakfast for you, or even not, use this opportunity to live!...by going to get checked.
Breakfast is one of my favorite meals. I hope it is yours too. I further hope you will live to have many of them in years to come, unencumbered by the soul-crushing disease of prostate cancer.
Please read my full survival story at amazon.com entitled Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You, The Two Stages, (Man To Man).