In which I am introspective, or something
First post from the Doohickey. I think that's going to be his name, and also his gender. I start off with a little nerdy stuff in the hopes that I can talk about the hard stuff: the reason we had to pack up the little guy and head up north.
Dad has been undergoing treatment for esophageal cancer since midsummer, surgery and chemotherapy and most recently radiation therapy. I don't know what I expected when I first saw him, maybe a slightly paler version or something. Instead I got my grandpa. Same bony thinness, same stoop-shouldered posture, same thin gray hair. He'd aged twenty years in one. Dad at least had a mustache, so the spell was broken. Mom was pretty much the same, maybe a teeny bit grayer. The whole weekend, and ever since, a clock has been ticking in my head. Dad's time, Mom's time, my time, they're all limited. There's a lot I still want to do and I want the time to do it. I didn't realize I was asking for so much.
Dad has been undergoing treatment for esophageal cancer since midsummer, surgery and chemotherapy and most recently radiation therapy. I don't know what I expected when I first saw him, maybe a slightly paler version or something. Instead I got my grandpa. Same bony thinness, same stoop-shouldered posture, same thin gray hair. He'd aged twenty years in one. Dad at least had a mustache, so the spell was broken. Mom was pretty much the same, maybe a teeny bit grayer. The whole weekend, and ever since, a clock has been ticking in my head. Dad's time, Mom's time, my time, they're all limited. There's a lot I still want to do and I want the time to do it. I didn't realize I was asking for so much.