Bittersweet anniversary

Last night Libby and I went to dinner to celebrate 3 years of surviving my bone marrow transplant. It was a bittersweet celebration. Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled to be alive, but the conversation was mostly about my dad. I am having a very hard time. I am not ready to let him go. And celebrating my victory over cancer does not seem right when he will not be able to achieve that same victory. We have a 1 week window here before we see the cancer doctor again and the chemo begins. So this week is devoted to my dad, spending time doing the things he used to like to do. My brothers and Kyle are taking him fishing one day. We are trying to arrange a trip to the casino if he is up to it. Craig is planning on taking him to Amish country to visit his dairy farmers he got for Toft's dairy. And we hope to go see various relatives. Thank you for all your prayers. Maybe, just maybe a miracle will happen.