Woopwoopwoop.
It's two days to take off and I still find it hard to believe that I am actually going to England. I keep waiting for something to blow up (yes, a vision of the combusting airplane have graced me several times thus far) and prevent me from going. Perhaps I'm afraid of developing expectations to be shattered later on, so I develop anti-expectations.
But this is happening. And unless the plane actually goes kablooey, I am invading UK. I'll see people and places and breathe the air... it would've made me feel ridiculously giddy if I wasn't so cautious in my squeeing.
Dad is doing better. Has been in the hospital for three months straight now and all he really cares about is coming back home as soon as possible (which might take another three weeks or so =\). He's thrilled that I'm going, but bummed out about not being able to see me off. One of his tumors had spread to his lower back, but we hope that the radiation would do its trick. The pains had ceased for the moment and it no longer hurts the living daylight out of him. Chemo for the lungs is next.
But this is happening. And unless the plane actually goes kablooey, I am invading UK. I'll see people and places and breathe the air... it would've made me feel ridiculously giddy if I wasn't so cautious in my squeeing.
Dad is doing better. Has been in the hospital for three months straight now and all he really cares about is coming back home as soon as possible (which might take another three weeks or so =\). He's thrilled that I'm going, but bummed out about not being able to see me off. One of his tumors had spread to his lower back, but we hope that the radiation would do its trick. The pains had ceased for the moment and it no longer hurts the living daylight out of him. Chemo for the lungs is next.