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Hi.
Life is in dire straits at the moment, specifically on two fronts: money and dad's health.
1) Money. I'm cashing out my 401K so I can pay my bills for the next few months while I continue to job search. I don't know why I'm having trouble finding a job this go-round, but I am. I don't seem to have a problem getting interviews, but I'm apparently blowing those. Oh well. I can't pretend to be something I'm not, and if I'm not what they're looking for, that's out of my control. I can just keep applying and interviewing. Eventually something will stick. Right now I'm just very tense that my money from my 401K gets to me before April mortgage is due.
2) Dad's health. He was diagnosed with lung cancer about three weeks ago. He started his chemo on Monday, and he starts his radiation therapy either yesterday or today. I need to call my parents up and see how that went. We're a bit stressed about this, to say the least. The type of cancer he has doesn't have a high rate of being cured, but they think they can control it so it just becomes this manageable thing he has for the rest of his life. The plan now is chemo once a week for 4 weeks, and then radiation 5 days a week for 6 weeks. Then re-evaluate at that time.
I spent last weekend in South Carolina with my parents and sister. My sister bought my ticket so we could all be together when my dad got additional test results back last Friday. It was good to be together. It was almost as if nothing were wrong. Oh well. I'm just focused on being optimistic right now.
I wish these two things weren't going on at the same time. I can barely handle one, much less both. I'm so tense that I either can't sleep at all, or sleep for 12 hours at a time. I wake up and fall asleep at all hours of the day. I can't eat. I've lost about 8 pounds in the past couple weeks. So I guess that's a plus. :-) Just one more bad thing happens, I should be able to get my weight back down to 160 lbs.
And I've been way too stressed for writing. Lame excuse, I know. Writers should write come hell or high water right? Well what about hell AND high water?
Life is in dire straits at the moment, specifically on two fronts: money and dad's health.
1) Money. I'm cashing out my 401K so I can pay my bills for the next few months while I continue to job search. I don't know why I'm having trouble finding a job this go-round, but I am. I don't seem to have a problem getting interviews, but I'm apparently blowing those. Oh well. I can't pretend to be something I'm not, and if I'm not what they're looking for, that's out of my control. I can just keep applying and interviewing. Eventually something will stick. Right now I'm just very tense that my money from my 401K gets to me before April mortgage is due.
2) Dad's health. He was diagnosed with lung cancer about three weeks ago. He started his chemo on Monday, and he starts his radiation therapy either yesterday or today. I need to call my parents up and see how that went. We're a bit stressed about this, to say the least. The type of cancer he has doesn't have a high rate of being cured, but they think they can control it so it just becomes this manageable thing he has for the rest of his life. The plan now is chemo once a week for 4 weeks, and then radiation 5 days a week for 6 weeks. Then re-evaluate at that time.
I spent last weekend in South Carolina with my parents and sister. My sister bought my ticket so we could all be together when my dad got additional test results back last Friday. It was good to be together. It was almost as if nothing were wrong. Oh well. I'm just focused on being optimistic right now.
I wish these two things weren't going on at the same time. I can barely handle one, much less both. I'm so tense that I either can't sleep at all, or sleep for 12 hours at a time. I wake up and fall asleep at all hours of the day. I can't eat. I've lost about 8 pounds in the past couple weeks. So I guess that's a plus. :-) Just one more bad thing happens, I should be able to get my weight back down to 160 lbs.
And I've been way too stressed for writing. Lame excuse, I know. Writers should write come hell or high water right? Well what about hell AND high water?