Remember, the fun part is the training and racing. Training because it keeps you sane and racing to give your training purpose!
I'm really sorry to hear about your dad. Have you heard of Leroy Sievers? He is a journalist who started a blog two years ago when diagnosed with colon cancer. It has grown into a community of cancer victims and caretakers who really offer each other some great support. Yesterday's post was from his wife, Laurie, I'm guessing you can really empathize with how she's feeling:
July 14, 2008 Wishing Things Were Different
We've been living with cancer for a long time now, but that doesn't mean we're comfortable with it.
There are those days when we wish with all our hearts that things were different. That things could be the way they were.
This was one of those days for Laurie.
I want him back.
I want to hear that big, deep, laugh again.
I want to hear him planning for a trip to some God-forsaken region and actually being excited about going.
I want to see him jet-skiing to a Maui sunset with a look on his face
like he's found the perfect place.
I want to see him snoozing on the couch on a Saturday afternoon.
I want to be with him, step by step, hurrying to a Broadway performance of Savion Glover, and wishing that just once, he could tap like that.
I want to see him in one of his favorite Hawaiian shirts, sitting outside, laughing, and sharing a good time eating Mexican food.
I want to walk with him and our good friend Ted on the C&O Canal and gossip and talk headlines and sports.
I want to look at him and laugh and love the costume he's created for the annual "best story of the year" Halloween party.
I want to see him sitting on the lanai, after a day at the pool in Maui, sipping an ice cold Mai Tai, watching the golfers below cheat when they thought no one was looking. (We were.)
I want him to enjoy that life again.
I want him back.
Nor do I use punctuation in the way a child sprinkles glitter over a ribbon of glue on construction paper - Trash Talk