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My dad has lung cancer.

It's hard just writing that sentence, but it's even harder living with what it means. When he was first diagnosed, we were told that surgery wasn't an option given his other medical issues; neither was chemotherapy. But since the tumor is small, we were told, radiation was a good option and there was a high probability that he'd recover completely.  It seemed as if all of his other medical issues were so much worse than the cancer, that the cancer would be a walk in the park.  That's how the doctors made is sound - treatable, with a high probably of full recovery. In contrast, his congestive heart failure and diabetes were much more to be concerned about.

Superbowl Afterthoughts

Just like everyone else last night, I tuned in to watch the Superbowl. I love football, and it doesn't matter which teams are playing (usually). I love the game - the frustrations, the big plays, the turnovers and upsets, the rushing, the passing, the blocking, the Quarterback Sneak and the Hail Mary pass. All of it. Don't get me wrong, I'd like for the Philadelphia Eagles to win the Superbowl just one time, it's just I've pretty much given up hope that Donovan McNabb is going to take us there. But I digress...