Hiatus

Sorry for my absence.

My dad's in the hospital. Only those who know me in real life know that he has advanced-stage prostate cancer and has been having chemo since early January. The side effects have been significant, and now they've checked him in to run some tests and to help control his pain.

I'm waiting for a phone call from my brother to tell me if I need to get on a plane now, if I need to cancel my international study tour to Cuba on Sunday so I can be within easy reach, or if things aren't nearly as bad as they seem right now.

I've got a big vocabulary. But I can't seem to find words that adequately express how profoundly awful this is. I'll be back when I have something else to say.

Comments

lulu said…
Min--I'm sorry you're so far away from your dad right now, because I know how much you want to be there. You and your family are in my prayers. Please let us know how he is when you get a chance.

xoxox

Lauren
11:28 pm
Marni said…
You and your family are in my prayers. Take your time... we're here whenever you get back.
7:23 am
Chris Hinrichs said…
Lots of positive vibes headed your way, Mindy.
7:33 am
Tenacious S said…
Mindy, I'm so sorry to hear about your father. No matter how old you are, it's more than difficult to go through this. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
7:57 am
Tanya Espanya said…
Aw, honey, I'm sorry. What can I offer you for a distraction for a couple of minutes?

Hang in there.
8:46 am
Writeprocrastinator said…
I'm sorry to hear that and I have the family say a prayer for him.
9:54 am
Cup said…
Oh, Mindy, I am so very sorry. I went through this with my dad (liver, not prostate) two summers ago, and it still hurts. Thoughts and prayers.
1:33 am
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