Let's Get Out Of The Hospital Already

Hey, blog readers. Jonathan's Cancer here, filling in for Jonathan who spent all last night running back and forth from his bed to the bathroom. Man, even I felt bad for him for a second or two.

Father and Son

This is not the way I pictured fatherhood. I was determined to be a good dad -- be there for my son, teach him, learn from him, support him, take care of him, etc. That's not how it turned out. Despite my best intentions and efforts, I am not the great father I'd hope I'd be. Cancer has played a large role in this. Due to my illness and the chemotherapy treatments, I can't leave the house much. I don't move very well. I'm too weak sometimes to even lift him up.

Chemo

I thought I knew a lot going into chemotherapy. I'd heard and read about the nausea, the loss of appetite, the hair falling out, all of it, but I really had no idea what I was getting into. Looking back, it didn't matter that much. My philosophy became, "Just do it.", "Survive." Whatever the doctors told me to do, that's what I did.