This is not a candidate diary, or a political diary in any sense of the word.
It's personal.
My father has terminal cancer, and I just found out. And I'm not coping.
Specifically, he has liver cancer. End-stage liver cancer. Three large lesions on his liver.
They told him there's nothing they can do. They say he has about a year. I am falling apart.
Damn it, he was supposed to see me get my Ph.D. That's four years away still.
Damn it.
Damn it.
If you have family feuds, resolve them. You may not get another chance.
Damn it.
If you pray, or think good thoughts, or light candles, please send them in the direction of my Dad in Los Angeles?
Damn it!
Edited to add: He has opted not to have chemotherapy. At least, that's the way he's leaning. The reason is that he has only one kidney and the chemo would cause kidney collapse. He'd rather have quality of life than quantity. sigh I respect his decision, but I'm not coping just now.
Edit #2: Wow, folks. The Rec list and all these good wishes - and painful stories. My sympathies to anyone who's had to go through anything like this, and my deepest thanks and humility to everyone who said something or clicked "recommend" or both. I'm honored and touched.