One Of The Good Days

I just got off the phone with my dad, and he sounded much better than he did when I talked to him yesterday. Yesterday when he called he just sounded so worn out, and cut our conversation off after only a minute or two. He was still pretty sick. I just called him today and it was nice to hear his voice. He even talked to Patrick for a few minutes, it was actually Patrick who wanted to call him and say goodnight. He said he was able to eat today, which was great. They said he'd have good days and bad ones. He said radiation has been pretty scary since the nauseau set in because he has to wear a mask over his face that's VERY snug. They assured him though that it only took a second for them to pop it off once he gave them the "sick" signal.

It was just good to hear his voice, especially since once the radiation takes over his body, he won't be able to speak anymore. It's hard to believe he's going to be going through this and we won't even be able to talk to us on the phone for the next coupe months. Awful. I'm going to download yahoo IM so we can chat that way though. Thank God for technology. It's still not the same. My poor daddy.