Today we got the invitation to the annual garden party at our U. President's mansion. I instantly realized that I'm approaching the 1 year anniversary of my life turning upside down. On September 18, 2008 my Dad was diagnosed with glioblastoma multiforme, grade IV, and given 9-12 months to live.
I remember last year's party vividly. It was held the day after I found out about the diagnosis. I was still in shock. I hadn't eaten in a day, hadn't slept, and I really don't remember how or what I taught. Everyone was dressed up for the party, I was in jeans and an oxford shirt. My wonderful friends convinced me to go, hoping that the great "spread" would motivate me to eat. Casual acquaintances kept asking me "How are you?" "How's the new semester going?", they didn't know the hell I was going through.
I'll definitely go to the party this year. Yes, I'll remember how awful I felt that afternoon. I don't think I'll ever forget. But I'll try to remember the good 6 good months we had with Dad and celebrate that I got through the bad months. Bring on the party!!!!
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