Mirror, Mirror

There's a 60 year old staring back in my reflection in the mirror. Which is odd, as I'm only 37. In looking at recent pictures of myself, I look exhausted. Is it any wonder, given the stress I've been under? It's time to do something about it, but I feel so wiped from the agony of the past two years, most days I want to sit down and cry. Which is hardly constructive in working through the largest decision of my life.

I've been thinking about writing about my situation for a while now. I've been reluctant to write a blog, as not only is it my story, it's my father's story as well. (I will do my best to protect his own personal privacy. And attempt to write with grace and humor, despite the anger I feel most of the time.) However, I feel that sharing our story will help other people who may be faced with a similar situation, or prepare themselves so that they can avoid an experience like ours. Also, my hope is, that in writing everything down, maybe it will help me in the decision making process.

And finally, I hope that in writing everything down, I only need to answer once to the question, "How is your dad?"