Hello blog world. Christa, Will's eldest, here. My dad asked me yesterday if I would update his blog for him. I charmingly took out my phone and said, "Sure pops. What do you want to say?". He took a few breaths and told me that I should write it from my perspective and from my heart.
This blog is not entirely from my heart. My heart is always hopeful and sees the silver lining in every dark and scary cloud. My heart practically sings all the time and is amazed at the beautiful flowers trying to grow in the oily pavement cracks. It will beat up tempo and tell you that my family is doin' good*. We are always good, hanging in there, taking it day by day, and optimistic about the next treatment option or new "plan".
To be fair - we are doing well. Mom is coaching tennis at CHS. Her tennis team won the 5A state title and is rocking it. Go mom! Sami and dad's softball team made it well into playoffs. Although they didn't get the title, they continued to improve the whole year. It also gave dad many boosts of energy. I will be forever grateful to all dad's players for all they have done for my dad. Hannah is graduating with honors from Oregon State University. PS - Sam and Steve are having a baby SOON! They are going to be great parents. JJ has one more year at OSU, which only gives me 12 months to convince him to apply to teach at CHS so we can share an office. He is still one of the handsomest, kindest, funniest, most talented dudes out there. Love that guy!
With all that Keim awesomeness it is hard to think realistically about the negativity in the world. Every once in a while I do forget about cancer. Not so much forget...but I take a half a second break from the usual routine that all cancer blessed families know. The routine where your brain works like "wake up CANCER pour the coffee would you like some CANCER walk to the car and trip on CANCER oh crap I forgot to bring CANCER and work then sleep no sleep CANCER."
..........breathe............
I started this blog at 620.
At 624, text my family group text to get a most recent update on padre so my blog can be the most current. He went into the hospital yesterday because he was having a hard time breathing. (Thank you Christy Wright and Martha Rocky for all your tips on how to make dad feel better).
Hannah calls me at 650 to tell me that they are not going to do radiation tomorrow. Dad is going to come home and they are going to put dad in hospice.
This blog is not from my heart. My heart is always hopeful and sees the silver lining in every dark and scary cloud.
This blog comes from a hole somewhere between the pit of my stomach and deep in my chest. Deeper than my heart. My dad says he calls that "the dark voice". It's the voice that tells us it wont be okay, we aren't good enough, there is no hope, Donald Trump will become president.
But then we laugh and our heart takes back the reigns.
My dad is going to be brought home tomorrow and put under hospice care. All the prayers and positive energy you can send towards Corvallis would be greatly appreciated.
Blessings,
Christa on behalf of Will
*Karen Hudson - I know this isn't grammatically correct and I typed it anyway.
