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  • My father's currently undergoing chemo for a recurrent lymphoma.

    It's really bizarre to hear that my father, the man who took machine gun fire and winked at the medics carrying him out, is sleeping for over 30 hours because he's being affected by chemicals. And it really never occurred to me that he might even die, because, frankly, he's always been fifty times tougher than me.

    And it worries me a great deal that he might not be fifty times tougher than me any more. I cannot possibly live up to this guy

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    • Wow; all the best for your father. Where did he take machine gun fire?

      Last year we all had to go through the exercise of acknowledging my grandparents couldn't care for themselves any more, and my father assumed that primary responsibility. We've all been preparing to lose them. Now, less than a year later, and in the space of about two weeks, I'm facing all the same uncertainty about my own father.

      This has happened to me before -- a seeming inviolate person/thing becoming violated in some way -- an

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      • Abdomen. There's still a pit in his lower back where it passed through (can't remember if it's the exit or entrance) but I can remember being younger and my entire fist fitting inside the pit. In front, there's pockmark after pockmark where staples were inserted (not really sure of this, don't ask much about the injury). I mention it only because, when I was younger, I apparently used to think my father had around 17 "bellybuttons". :\

        My memories of my grandparents are really fleeting -- my grandmother and grandfather on my father's side, I can remember seeing all of once, before they were gone. (Grandfather passed away, grandmother was stricken with Alzheimer's. I never really knew either of them.)

        Most of my life I have prided myself on being able to deal with unknowns, usually by adapting quickly or in some cases forseeing ripe possibilities before most people. The flip side of that is, of course, that truly unexpected change has a habit of hitting me so hard that I really don't have any capacity to deal with it.

        I cannot honestly imagine what will happen if my father dies. I suspect highly that I won't actually see any effects until well after the funeral.

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