Sally Young

My Hero, twice over.

My first true wakeup call crashed in when my lifelong protector, champion, and hero - my beloved father- died of pancreatic cancer. His diagnosis came as a shock, given that he was a pediatrician and careful with his health and wellness. His only health concern throughout his adult life had been heart disease. I remember often noticing the large blister pack card on his bathroom counter, containing one large red tablet for each day of the month. He was a participant in a Duke University study, in which he took this magic pill (I never asked what it was) once daily to stave off his own father's end. The blister pack was mailed to him monthly. I knew my Dad would never get heart disease, because I knew my Dad would always be around. He wasn't going anywhere...ever.