I have an itch to start some trouble. Not the bad kind of trouble… just the exciting kind. I feel a pull in two directions, either (i) drop into a depressing funk which tends to appear around the holidays or (ii) start some trouble. The former isn’t terribly appealing, so I’ll choose the latter. Whether or not I can successfully pull that off, I’m not sure.
The good news over the last couple of weeks is that my dad is okay. He had a mastectomy a couple of weeks ago where they also removed 3 lymph nodes. All nodes came back clean with no appearance of cancer. He will be placed on a course of treatment to prevent re-occurrence but otherwise he is fine. THANK GOD! I am so relieved that he is okay.
Through everything my dad has been through in the last two months, I am reminded how short life is. I had the best weekend when they were in town in mid-October. I cherished every moment with my parents. Amazing how when life is going well and seamless, everything gets taken for granted. While I want to say that I will never again do that, I know it is an inevitable part of life. I am extremely thankful to have amazing, supportive parents.
