“It was like a planetarium! Only white.”

I love my Dad. He has the best, most positive image of things. He even told me about the positive image he has of his cancer. He was so excited that he didn’t have to “change” it for the treatment – it was already positive.

It feels odd to be away from all of it, down here, but less so than it did at first. Because, really, life would go on pretty normally up there, with a few extra doctor’s visits I might ferry him to if I could. He’s fine, and he’s going to be fine. It’s taken me too long to totally recognize that. Of course, there is an annoying bit of 8 more rounds of radiation, but my dad’s got this. He went on a hike the day he had his first round.

We’ve got this.