My dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer a few months ago. He is religious about attending a yearly-physical, so it was caught really early. He went to have it removed on Tuesday morning and I was shocked by how invasive the surgery was. He was in surgery for two hours, and in the recovery ward for two hours more. He'll be in the hospital through Saturday, then have about 5 weeks of recovery ahead of him. I spent 15 hours in the hospital with him on Tuesday, and he was really out of it (thank you epidural and morphine pump). Having not seen much daylight Tuesday, I was startled at the beauty of the sunset poking in through the window.