Our son starts his winter vacation tomorrow; we will go into Indianapolis on Saturday morning. That’s good timing, as he’ll get to spend time with his Papa (my dad) before things get too horrible. Dad starts radiation tomorrow, to go on, as I understand it, for six weeks, assuming he can tolerate it. We’ll see.
But I am learning the pervasiveness of this sort of worry. Even when I’m not thinking about it consciously, it’s still there, barely below the surface, reminding me of itself in response to all sorts of things. The only certainty is that everything is uncertain and subject to change without notice, and that’s a really uncomfortable place to be.
My thoughts are with you and your father!
I have you all in my prayers.