Saturday, June 16, 2012

It is what it is.

It's about 12:30 on Friday night, and I'm restless. It's that four-in-the-morning-let's-go-to-Waffle-House kind of restlessness that comes with bad news and a long night. Mental exhaustion has set in, taking the edge off any dull emotional ache that might have survived the day. Still, sleep will only come when my emotions are completely dead, when there's no energy left to think, not even about being tired.

My father has lung cancer.

He was characteristically stoic when he told me -- "it is what it is" -- and seemed unprepared for my dismay. It is what it is, he repeated.

There's really nothing else to say.


  1. Anonymous8:28 AM

    Oh, honey, I am so sorry. My heart just breaks for you and your Dad. Do you have someone nearby to give you a hug?

  2. Oh hon, so sorry. Keeping you and your dad in prayers... may you enjoy many more days together yet.

  3. Holding the two of you up to the universal healing power and hoping for the best.

  4. Oh dear. It will get easier, you are not alone.

  5. Hi,

    I'm so sorry to hear about your father's cancer. I have a quick question for you regarding your blog, but I couldn't find your contact information. Do you think you could send me an email whenever you get a chance?