The last several months have been hard but I think this week was the hardest. My father has not been doing well and last weekend my brother and I were called to come see him. We decided to leave that night because we didn't know what might happen if we waited.
The cancer is impairing his body's ability to make fresh blood cells and it's leaving him very weak. We've seen him getting weaker all the way along but there is something striking about seeing the man who used to carry you on his shoulders get tired doing up his sweater. It was also the first time he really talked to us openly about plans for a funeral. He is still getting chemo so it's not over yet, but this is the third type of chemo and nothing's worked yet.
