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My Father is Dying
9/21/2008
Where to start.
Upon my return from Burning Man I was told my father has terminal cancer and isn't expected to live much beyond a few months -- if that. A small pea-sized blob of cancer in his lung, too small to be detected by normal scans, had spread thorough his body. By the time it was discovered it was too late for treatment.
Turmoil and uncertainty has engulfed the family and amid the tears there are some very complicated and often conflicted feelings. I always thought the death of one of my parents would be simple and direct but it just isn't. There are angles and contradictions I never foresaw. Some of them are noble and generous, but others are shamefully selfish. But they're there and I to deal with them.
Why I expected death to be tidy when life never is I don't know.
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