You're so Vain, You Probably Think this LJ is About You

Big, big HUGS and thanks to everyone who reached out to me about my dad. I have bemoaned the death of LJ, but it's deeply comforting to know some of you are still out there. It's a really nice feeling.

I wish I had good news, but I don't. It seems every time we go to the doctor, the news gets worse and worse. But all in all, my dad is in decent spirits right now and that is all I can ask. They haven't made any firm decisions about treatment yet - every appointment feels like it lasts a year and I want to shake someone and tell them to speak in plain English.

But, as I mentioned to someone earlier, this ain't our first rodeo and from previous, similar situations with both my dad and brother, I can say that nothing yet has been unfamiliar - the waiting, the worry, the back and forth to the hospital, the joking, the frustration, and the knowledge that somehow I have become a caretaker. Thank goodness my sister and, to some extent, my brother are sharing this load because I don't know what I would do otherwise.

Off to Lake Tahoe in the morning. Trying to ignore my irrational fear of flying (again). See ya'll on the flipside...

In other news, did you talk like a pirate today? I got some weird looks, let me tell you... ^___^

I am going to the dentist tomorrow. Hold me.

In spite of having a smoking hot dentist (and how many people can say that?), I am greatly afeared of people sticking sharp objects in my mouth. I blame my parents, who let me watch The Marathon Man when I was a wee child, thus ensuring that my first visit to the dental torture chamber was a laugh riot of tears, screams, and hyperventilation.

Kidding. Sort of.

I will now obsessively brush my teeth 3 or 4 more times before tomorrow morning.

They have to make a pill for this.