Dear Dad,
It’s been a while since I’ve written. We’ve been busy with your cancer treatments. It continues to be very hard to deal with your illness on a number of levels. It’s left me scrambling to find the time to drive us to the cadre of doctors spread out over Castro Valley and San Leandro.
I am taking leave from work and that should help. Have you heard of Family Medical Leave? Basically without retaliation from my employer I am allowed to take up to 12 weeks off in a calendar year to care for a relative or spouse or even bond with a new child and 6 weeks of that can be paid, although at a reduced percentage of my annual income.
Once that’s squared away I should be able to find more time. It’s tough to live through this, tougher than I imagined. On my way back home tonight, I wound up eating a burrito at a quarter to 10 and I know that tomorrow I'll have to be up early to pick you up again. It’s the little things like eating right that get neglected.
You’re starting to worry me though, because you began ever so softly to become ambivalent about the prognosis and treatment. More and more you are becoming disorganized and confused, it feels like time is running out.
