So Dad starts his treatment on Monday. As much as we all seem to have a decent handle on it, there is still this undercurrent of fear. Especially when my dad makes these jokes about dying. I don't know, I just feel like his fears are more than he's really letting on.
It's looking more and more like we (or at least the kids) won't be seeing him while he's undergoing treatment. It's only a few months, but still it's hard. The kids and I made some good wish jars for him. They each filled there's (we each painted one) with different colored and size pom poms, each with a kiss and a hug put on it. I filled mine with about 50 quotes. I hope they'll help make his harder days a little brighter.
I keep wanting to forget that this is happening, but it just hangs over our head like a big menacing cloud. The big dark ones that float by, yet you don't know what it's going to do. Will it rain? If it does for how long and how hard? Or will it simply darken the sky for a moment and then move on?
I wish I knew.
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