I drove from New Jersey to Oklahoma to be with my dad. I drove so my niece would be able to afford to go as well. I knew if I flew she could not afford it and I thought it would mean a lot to her to be there/here.
When I arrived all my siblings were here and we took turns going to chemo with him. We learned that if he responds to the chemo he could live for years. We will not know if he is responding until he has had three treatments.
The difficulty has been trying not to fall victim to hope. I want him to live so badly, but I do not want to go through the pain I went through with my mother.
One of my dad's biggest concerns has been losing his hair. Vanity runs deep in this family. I convinced him to cut his hair short about a week and a half ago. It actually made him look younger. Then he noticed his hair was falling out yesterday. I asked if he wanted me to cut it even shorter. At first he said no. Then he finally asked me if I would mind.
I do not cut hair for a living and other than cutting my step-brother's hair once out of the desire to know what it was like...I really do not know what I'm doing. But, I was happy to do it.
My idea is that if he gets used to seeing it shorter it will be less shocking when it is gone.
I think it came out pretty good.
