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We are renovating our house, and have been since approximately the end of April. It's still not done, and things keep getting delayed, and I try not to let it get to me. I say 'if that's the worst thing in my life, I'm doing pretty well.'

I think I was saying that to keep the Irony Gods at bay.

It didn't work.

My father has been undergoing a series of tests, because he's been retaining water, and they found some lumps in various parts of his body. All the tests were coming back negative, so as of last week, we were pretty optimistic. My dad was feeling healthy, and he looked well.

My sister called me today when I was driving Charlie to his guitar lesson. He has Lymphoma. We don't know what kind, we don't know how bad, but it's there, and it's frightening.

I think I'm in a bit of a shock right now. He's 73, and naturally one knows on an intellectual level that eventually one's parents will get ill and shuffle off this mortal coil, but emotionally...well how can one prepare oneself for that?

This is one of those things I can't really post on FB. Here I feel like I can tell people; that's what LJ was always for. A space to talk, to vent, to look for hugs and sympathy. On Facebook it feels like pandering.

Those of you left, thanks for listening. I'll keep you posted.