I have to keep reminding myself of this so I don't do something drastic like fly off the deep end and burn all my school stuff in the middle of our courtyard in a maniacal, voodoo-like bonfire. Seriously.
Today was easily the worst first day of school ever. I only had one class but I am finally to the point where I am sick of tests, papers, homework,
Anyway, my brain was mush today. I went to class, went through the motions of syllabus week and went back to my office to finish up our first issue of the campus paper. The difficult part was my brain was probably the equivalent of a bowl of mashed potatoes at that point. I was done thinking.
Needless to say it wasn't a pleasant first day. I am blaming it on the fact that I didn't have time (read: was too lazy to) go back-to-school clothes shopping. It happens.
I have four classes tomorrow, but one is at night (online, thankfully) so it doesn't count. Definitely hoping for a better day.
Oh and because all the other lifeguards already left for college and I'm the only one in town, guess who works Wednesday-Sunday for the next two weeks? This girl. Boo. The good news is traffic at the club is much slower with school starting and cooler temps. So slow in fact that I spend a lot of my time doing homework (read: on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Pinterest/Blogger/Anything but homework).
|Cool Instagram of my sunglasses being bored at work, too. Proof of my doing "homework"|
Anyway, things have gotten worse. He was taken to the ER tonight and then transferred to a bigger hospital because of severe hip pain. We come to find out that the cancer has spread to his hip, therefore making it harder for him to get around and much more painful. He was only given 1-3 years to begin with but the spreading is leading doctors to believe his time may be more limited than previously thought.
This is so, so hard for my family. As I said we haven't dealt with death, let alone disease, in my lifetime. It's causing my dad a lot of heartache and it's getting more and more clear to me that I may have to imagine my wedding without my uncle. Not to mention my dad doesn't like to talk about it so when he does we know it's important, and usually bad news. It's just plain hard.
Thanks to those who have been praying and asking about him. Comfort and peace are what we need right now, and most of all a miracle.