Dad is living in the city at a rental house that is provided for a reasonable price to out-of-town cancer patients receiving treatments at the Cross Cancer. He’s having the maximum doses of radiation and chemotherapy and we’re hoping the combo will shrink the tumor to a size that will be operable. He’s shaved his head now, as his hair was becoming dry and brittle and thinning quickly. He’s being very brave, even though he’s skinny and grey and sicker than he’s ever been.
Baba is still in rehab in Red Deer Hospital. She’s 84 and trying to learn how to walk again. How frustrating that must be. She’s sad a lot and says she cries often. It feels as though there is absolutely nothing I can do for the ones I love that are hurting.
I pray a lot, even though sometimes I’m not entirely sure who I’m praying to. Being faced with my father’s death has made me feel absolutely tiny and insignificant. There is nothing to do but wait.
