Just some stuff
It's been just over a month since I wrote here last. What a month. I finally have heard the new band (the one that doesn't have a name) with all of us playing together. It sounds pretty good. I'm so glad because everything else is haywire.
About a month ago my grandfather was told they couldn't do anything more for him and put him into Hospice care. He's been given about 6 months. That's sad, but he's in his 90s. I've been incredibly lucky and blessed so far. I still have all of my grandparents, but they can't live forever. That's sad, but it's kind of alright. I just want him to be comfortable.
My dad is a different story. His cancer is back in a big way. Apparently they can't treat it the same way they did before. It's more virulent this time. Harsher disease, and harsher treatment as well. He started treatment today, and he's been sick for a week, unable to keep food down. He's been fighting his disease for more than 10 years now. I found out about it in April of 2003. I don't remember what day, but I know where I was.
Also either yesterday or today marks my 10 year anniversary of the last breakup I had. I think it was yesterday. Dad's birthday. (Which, by the way, happy birthday - here's a load of chemo...) For all of everyone who thought I'd have found someone new and incredible in no time, 10 years doesn't count as no time at all.
I've been in training at work, and that's incredibly frustrating. It's not been a good training. It's been kind of awful actually. They're not teaching much but are giving time consuming, boring homework. It's 4 full days in and I've spent less than 2 hours learning.
I could really use a back rub right now. I'm frustrated and dealing with a lot of stress. I hope it will get better. Things tend to get better. It's less than a month to my birthday, and exactly 1 month until the marathon.
Speaking of the marathon, I need to go run. So I'll cut this little pity party short.
About a month ago my grandfather was told they couldn't do anything more for him and put him into Hospice care. He's been given about 6 months. That's sad, but he's in his 90s. I've been incredibly lucky and blessed so far. I still have all of my grandparents, but they can't live forever. That's sad, but it's kind of alright. I just want him to be comfortable.
My dad is a different story. His cancer is back in a big way. Apparently they can't treat it the same way they did before. It's more virulent this time. Harsher disease, and harsher treatment as well. He started treatment today, and he's been sick for a week, unable to keep food down. He's been fighting his disease for more than 10 years now. I found out about it in April of 2003. I don't remember what day, but I know where I was.
Also either yesterday or today marks my 10 year anniversary of the last breakup I had. I think it was yesterday. Dad's birthday. (Which, by the way, happy birthday - here's a load of chemo...) For all of everyone who thought I'd have found someone new and incredible in no time, 10 years doesn't count as no time at all.
I've been in training at work, and that's incredibly frustrating. It's not been a good training. It's been kind of awful actually. They're not teaching much but are giving time consuming, boring homework. It's 4 full days in and I've spent less than 2 hours learning.
I could really use a back rub right now. I'm frustrated and dealing with a lot of stress. I hope it will get better. Things tend to get better. It's less than a month to my birthday, and exactly 1 month until the marathon.
Speaking of the marathon, I need to go run. So I'll cut this little pity party short.