journaling our journey

My sweet dad at age 54 was diagnosed with stage IV glioblastoma multiforme the day before Thanksgiving, 2009. He underwent brain surgery on December 14^th to remove the large tumor. I remember embracing him right before surgery and he let go and looked in my eyes and said, “Stacy, I am crazy about you.” I feel that was the moment I lost my dad; he was never the same. He was still here but the vibrant, dynamic, enthusiastic man I knew was gone.

It has been difficult to write during this journey. My sweet husband bought me a journal to document my thoughts, but only once have I opened it to write. The experiences I have been through these last 10 months have been so tough I didn’t want to journal because I truly did not want to remember. My dad is now on hospice and near the end of his life and I want to remember our last days together so I have begun to write.

two days after diagnosis. many tears were shed during this photo shoot,
but i am so thankful that we have these photographs.