If you follow me on twitter, you may have read a few tweets touching on it, but it might not’ve been something anyone noticed.
About two weeks ago my father went to the doctor. He’d lost his voice about a week before, and thought it was due to bronchitis. Well, it wasn’t. The doctor found a lump, scheduled a biopsy and a week later Cher and I found out that our father has cancer.
It’s not too far along, and his treatment started this past week. He’s doing really well so far, even going to work nearly everyday. I told him he was nuts, but he likes to work so who am I to stop him? If he’s healthy enough to work after having chemo is that weird? I say no, since I know my dad and now how he is.
Along with that are the normal, everyday issues that everyone faces. I’m overworked, underpaid and just plain exhausted. It feels like everything is coming down on me all at once, and there isn’t anything I can do to get myself out of it, save for grabbing a shovel and attempting to dig my way out.
There have been good things happening though. I finally cleaned out my closet and have a HUGE stash of clothes to get rid of (blog shop, here I come!) in various sizes. Joe and I are doing well, and he’s even trying to find a better job.
But, for everything good, there is always something bad, and so the world keeps turning. Sorry to dump everything on you, but I figured I’d rather talk about it, and get this weight off my chest. There is only so much talking Cher and I can do before we both get upset.
Happier posts to come later.