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Is November Over Yet?

November 22, 2010 By 3 Comments

Ok so I think I’m already over the daily posting. I know I have 2 more weeks to go but c’mon–I’m ready for a break!

I’ve been relatively good with maintaining my daily posts except one or two slips here and there and the occasional, “Ok, I posted,” message. Today almost became one of those days but I’m going to try and make it NOT one of those.

There are a lot of things I dislike about Texas, one of which is the weather which has been so off kilter these last few days it’s driving me nuts. Like today, for example, the high was in the 70s and it was muggy and humid. Seriously? On the week of Thanksgiving? YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.

Additionally I’m still having sinus issues, most especially today. I woke up this morning feeling it in the back of my throat and nose. And although I was feeling fine, it definitely didn’t sound very good.

But out of all the things that happened today, the most notable was the fact that my dad started chemotherapy. It wasn’t the most ideal situation considering he and my mom could potentially miss Thanksgiving and will, quite possibly, miss Christmas as well. I know the doctor wanted to get him started on it as soon as possible before the cancer spread to any other organs.

It’s not easy watching your parents suddenly become vulnerable. My parents have always been the pillars of strength that we could lean on should we ever need the support. But now as they get older, we find that they’re starting to need us to be their pillars.

I guess that’s just what happens.

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The Long Road Home

October 11, 2008 By 1 Comment

I drove home to see my parents tonight. Had I not needed to pick up some paperwork from my mom, I probably would’ve just stayed at home and cried under the blankets. That’s how I feel about getting back into another vehicle.

It was stressful to say the least. I spent several minutes pacing back and forth next to the car while Izzie waited for me in the front seat. Eventually, I grew a pair and finally got behind the wheel.

I took back roads the entire way home, avoiding the site of the accident all together. And if you’re in any way familiar with the drive between far north Dallas and Garland, you would know that one would be crazy (or perhaps suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder) to take back roads the entire way.

A trip that would’ve normally taken me 30-40 minutes took a little over an hour, maybe an hour and a half. But that’s because I would have to take occasional breaks to pull over in a parking lot somewhere and cry. Everyone tells me it’ll take some time and not to rush myself, but I don’t want to get too comfortable avoiding getting into a car because the longer I stall, the more difficult it’ll get.

It’s hard to believe that driving, an act that came so naturally to me when I first got behind the wheel at 16, is now a stressful ordeal. I know cars are material things that can be replaced, but when you drive a car for 8 years, it almost becomes an extension of your own body. You know where the boundaries are by heart, so you feel more comfortable in it. Maybe I will feel more at ease when I’m in my own car as opposed to the rental.

On a lighter note, my dad is having a ball with his new iPhone:

Like father, like daughter

He sent me a text message this afternoon that said, “Hi Kristine how are you doing. Daddymac.” :) He still has to get the hang of text message lingo, though that’s not a bad start. He’s also learned how to watch YouTube and was watching videos on it this evening. He even knows how to check his Gmail account on his phone. I showed him how to take pictures for contacts in his address book. It’s so cute, he even stuck the Apple sticker on the back of his cell phone cover :) I love my dad, he’s so funny.

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