Today was an interesting day. But I have to say that everyday since my diagnosis that I’ve spoken with my father has been interesting. I don’t know if I would call me and my father’s relationship estranged, wouldn’t be quite accurate. I know my father. We have memories together. I…
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I’m Alive…Yes, I Am…I’m Alive
It has taken me a week to begin this post. Part of it is the fact that I am still trying to wrap my brain around the entire event and all that has happened over the past 3 weeks. Part of it is a bit of shame and embarrassment. And…