...is what the medical profession is.

My father got diagnosed a month ago. We've known where the cancer is, and about how big it is.

He goes into the hospital for surgery on Tuesday. Over a month later.

Medicine moves at the speed of smell.

Went and visited him today. My sister's flown in from Kansas to spend the week with Mom while Dad's in the hospital, which will be anywhere from ten days to three weeks, depending on his recovery time. They won't release him until they're sure he can take care of himself, and he may have to spend some time in a convalescent home for recuperating.

So, I've not been able to focus on much of anything for this past month. I've found a few job prospects, but haven't had the presence of mind to follow up on them.

I've also not put pencil to paper in that long. That sucks, and not in a good way.

Well, at least things are moving now, and I just might be able to dig myself out of this emotional hole I've found myself in. Just have to keep on swimming.