My Dad...and anyone you've ever cared for

***Disclaimer***
I'm going to apologize right now to the Mods for putting this in the wrong place. I know the rules by now. But I'm being opportunistic.

OK....


So, the story is as old as any of us are.


My father met my mother when they were 17 and 20. That time when you're still a kid, trying on adult shoes. They fell in love. Deeply in love. And they both went away to college, my mother at Alfred State and my father at NYACK. They spent many of night talking on pay-phones. Jittery, frozen fingers, dropping dimes into the pay phone slot. speaking of love, promises and actuality. My mother was pre-med...and my father was studying to enter the professional Catholic church. They both never made it beyond a year because they couldn't be apart. So, they left they're lives that that they spent their high school years preparing for to move back to Buffalo to get married. They planned the whole thing on a budget. Because both of their families were not wealthy. About a month before their wedding they got into a fight. It was one of those stupid fights that all couples have. And the end result was them breaking off their marriage. My mother hopped on a plane and moved to Las Vegas to live with her sister Kathy. She stayed there for 9 months. At the 9 month period, my father got in contact with her. To tell her that he loved her and wanted to marry her. So she came home and they had a much smaller inexpensive wedding(due to the fact that they had blown all of the money on the first wedding, that never happened)

So they were married. And living in a crappy apartment where I was born. Four years down the line my sister was born and they were able to scrape up enough money to buy a house(with the aid of a distant aunt that passed away and left them 10,000)

Me and my sister grew up in this house. We lost our teeth in this house. We had sister fights in this house. We made teenager mistakes in this house. I went into labor in this house. This house was and is our home.

Last May(2013), my father had a seizure and was diagnosed with stage four brain cancer. Over the past year he has gone through surgery, radiation, chemo, and a plethora of daily medicine that takes the whole family to keep track of.

In June of 2014, my father was cleared of all cancer in his brain. WOOOHOOO!!!! Celebrate good times. He was still on meds for seizures and chemo for "upkeep"

It was all looking really good until a few weeks ago. He started losing mobility, and was having aphasiac episodes. MRI's showed that his tumor had not only come back, but grown much, much bigger, kind of like the Grinch's heart. And it had also spread to the other side of his brain.

As of today...they've said that more surgery isn't an option. And radiation isn't an option. They're going to start him on a different chemo.

And I have some absolutely, fantastical, no words to explain how awesome they are, people on the case.


My Dad wants to live. He's more optimistic than I am. Than my sister or mother is.

He is, and forever will be, Superman.

Jay, Angie, Dan, and, of course, Monica, are my Inforoo angels.


My dad needs more Inforoo Angels.


give him a good old "HEY, YEAH" and "BONNOROOOO"

I know it's the off season. But......he needs it.