This past Sunday there was an article in the newspaper about my dad. I was not even aware of it until someone at church said something to me about it. It has been 2 1/2 years since he passed away. I have thought a lot lately about his long battle with cancer. Probably because my friend's mom was recently diagnosed with cancer and was only given 2-4 weeks to live. They are currently treating her with aggressive chemo. Every time I talk to her about it, I feel a flood of panic and worry for her. Oh cancer, how I hate you. John and I are both dad-less. It really kind of stinks. It seems like you can always go to your dad for advice and answers to questions. Really been missing my dad lately.