The title is a paraphrase of my friend Dave Wills‘ famous or imfamous catch phrase but it works to express my thoughts in this post.
Fair warning, this post is kind of a downer. I talk about my dad’s cancer battle and recent developments. I also talk about why I use incurable instead of terminal when describing it regardless of whether or not there is an actual difference in definition. Then I discuss how I still don’t know how well I’m coping with all of this and how it depends on my mood and how it is being shaped by other outside influences.