I had trouble thinking of writing something after the last post about my fathers illness. The disease is honestly not bad at all, and I guess its a sign of how good our lives are that my dad can have cancer and not even be worried about it. The thyroid cancer was knocked when my dad took this radioactive pill and killed it all, the prostate cancer is going to be knocked out for good when he gets it taken out which he should do, we'll see what his surgeon says. I keep wanting to go home for moral support and my parents are like "what for??? Stay your behind in new york!" So I guess its not that serious.
I suffered from a little bout of post-delay in the interim. Perhaps I fell victim to the little hater within, which is what this blogger talks about.
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