Bubble

For the past couple of weeks, I've been living in a bubble. Real life is going on all around me, and I'm participating yet I'm going through the motions without much feeling or comprehension. I can't believe my Dad has cancer. I wrote that post about him a week ago and yet I couldn't post it until now. Once I post it, it's real and I guess I just kept hoping one of these times I'd wake up and realize it was just a bad dream. But it's not going away. It's real.

He just started treatment on Friday and so I can finally feel a bit of relief that now there's something happening - something tangible that I can hope and pray for - that the treatments can stop the cancer. He decided to do clinical trials instead of chemo. That's so my dad. He figures he might as well do something that can help other people down the road.

I am so grateful for those people who have dedicated their lives and money for cancer research.

And so I'm going to blog about the wonderful things happening in my life and try not to feel guilty about that when my Dad is going through this tough time. He's so strong and hopeful and positive and brave and so I must be the same.