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Well, things have not turned out well for my Dad. This round of chemo did not work, and so the doctors did everything that they could. There is nothing else... except to make my dad comfortable. Tough thing to do I'd think, make someone comfortable, when they are going through this. They gave him "months." Still so unbelievable. Anyway, the three of us are heading down Friday for the weekend. Dad said it's time for some serious talk. And I guess that he is right. I know we need to face this, but I really don't want to. I'd rather tell you how I like the new Jack Johnson album, even though it is the same as his last two, just with different lyrics. I want to tell you about how wonderful the Bannana Foster is at the Crepe shop. I want to tell you about the song that Brian and I have been working on. But I should probably face this instead of compartmentalizing my life with such well-defined lines.