During September, my stress levels and anger were still running high. I can’t remember anything specific except I was mad as usual, having to accept the way things were. That was the bulk of my anger, the idea that my life story was now: this is Michelle, she’s 33 and her dad is dead. I … More 23. Just Be Happy
For a brief time in January, we were in a state of denial. My dad was putting up a brave face, eating a lot, even appearing a bit cheerful at times. One day after chemo, we went to a sushi restaurant he knew I loved. He used his craving for fried fish, in the form … More 7. Other People
Life was different now. Things were complicated. I ran errands each day. There was always something unplanned. My dad struggled with eating, which along with malnutrition would spur desperate cravings that became more errands. The errands didn’t bother me though the social aspect was difficult. I felt actual physical pain in the entire situation we … More 6. The Recently Diseased
Shine A Light On Me 