Pappy

My Dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer on Oct 6th.  He told us on Nov 1st.  Since then it's been sort of a whirlwind.  I bounce between being his daughter and feeling overwhelmed with sadness & fear to being his health advocate and putting my nurse's hat on and my emotions aside.

One thing the diagnosis has done is make me realize how precious time really is.  Life is painfully short.  I'm so thankful that my Dad moved back to San Juan so he can spend more time with his family and friends.  Because when it all comes down to it - that's all that really matters.  He said that it must have been a divine intervention that made him come home after being up in the mountains for a year and a half.  Whatever it was, that old verbiage, things happen for a reason, seems to ring true.

I've been trying to make sure my Dad is spending time with the kids.  However, it's hard because he doesn't have a lot of energy and he doesn't drive anymore.  Whatever the future may hold- I want to make sure that my kids know their Pappy and I never want to regret not having enough pictures of them together.