The Mother-F*#>er

Sad is my life right now. Sad. It's my state of being. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, the hand that's been dealt is, epically sad. My father- my hero, my everything. My life. I don't know how else to articulate what this man means to me because whatever I say or however it comes out will just do him an injustice that he does not deserve-- he is sick. Like scary sick. Four weeks ago, my life was relatively good and then the rug got pulled out from underneath me and my dad was diagnosed with Grade 4 Glioblastoma Multiform Brain Cancer. Yeah. It's a whole mouthful and a whole lot of scary. And on top of all that crazy doctor verbiage is another insane part-- it is inoperable. That means my dad has to fight this thing and try to get it to shrink... this crazy tumor that we are calling the Mother-f*&%er has to shrink. It just has to. Tonight I am praying for a miracle. A special one because tomorrow is a big day for my dad. I hope God hears me. And I hope that all my amazing fans who even click on this website to check out what's going on in my life send a prayer above for my papa as well.

xxx