I usually do the "picture of the day" but I'm skipping out on it. Hopefully there wasn't going to be a pop quiz.
So you can either quickly shut off your computer and take a bath in sanitizer, or risk warm fuzzy contamination.
You've been warned.
My dad has an aggressive form of Large B Cell Lymphoma (cancer). We haven't known very long but my parents decided to try and beat it naturally since they know so many people who have died or had their bodies destroyed by the chemo.
But so far it doesn't seem to be working.
Remember last weekend we went down to Provo for my niece's baby blessing? Well, my dad showed me his P.E.T. scan. Apparently in a P.E.T scan, the only parts of your body that are suppose to show up white are your brain, part of your heart, and your bladder; the rest should be black.
Well, almost his whole body was white, especially near his neck and his mid section where all the nodes are. You could even seen his bones since the cancer is in his bone marrow.
The doctor told him that if he doesn't do anything he will be dead in six months.
Talk about shocking and depressing. (don't worry, the warm fuzzies are coming)
I love my parents. I have the best parents anyone could ask for. I love my dad. He is so special to me for so many reasons.
I could write the world's longest blog post on him. I won't, but it still might be a tad long.
All growing up I was told how much I looked like him. As a teenager people started adding "except prettier" as if they were afraid I would get upset that I was told I looked like a man... I mean, that I looked like my dad, not like a man. I don't think I looked like a man... you know what? Never mind.
I remember him either working hard or laughing hard. He would spend hours upon hours making flower boxes, side walks, and anything else my mom wanted done. I would know, I was there with him missing a nail head and pounding my thumb instead,
or pouring water in the wheelbarrow while he mixed the concrete with a shovel.
I've also seen him laugh so hard he was crying. You can't help but feel good when he laughs.
He has a sense of humor that not everyone could appreciate (like him having Darth Vader figurines in his office when he was Bishop) but that others found very cool and loved him instantly.
I have lots of memories playing dogpile on him. My oldest brother would lay on my dad's stomach, then my other brother, than my older sister, than me (that's me in the red) and even my younger sister at times. He would try to wrap his arms around all five of us as he swayed back and forth until we would finally fall over. Good times.
When I was in 1st grade, I made a clay monster for him. It looked more like a chewed up gum drop with arms.
But he took it, praised it, and placed it on his desk in the office and told me how cool it was. I'm sure I radiated with pride. It was there for a VERY LONG TIME.
When I was old enough to realize that it looked like a chewed up gum drop with arms, I told him to get rid of it and wondered why he still had it.
He told me it was because I made it, and it was cool as though that were reason enough.
For Christmas another year, I took an empty bean can, taped red plastic around it and gave it to him as a pencil holder. He used it for years! When I was old enough to realize how bad it looked I asked him why he didn't just toss it out already.
I remember him saying, "Why? It works great! It's quite functional and besides, you made it for me."
He's always had a great sense of confidence and self-assurance that was sometimes mistaken for pride. But it was simply that he knew who he was and didn't let what anyone else thought about him bother or upset him. I've always envied that about him.
(family picture before my youngest brother was born. I'm there in front of my dad)
Even though there were a lot of us, my parents took us on lots of family trips and we went camping EVERY Thanksgiving. Now those stories deserve a post all their own!
He has a way of making me feel like anything I do is amazing. He praised my awful drawings and showed off my bad paintings. He encouraged me to keep going and be willing to try my hand at anything.
When I was attending the community college where he taught, he even bet one of his students that if the guy could get me to say yes to a date, he would give him an A in the class.
I never did say yes, but he pressured me good and I almost did. When I found out about the bet, I was mortified over the fact that I had almost caved and asked my dad why in the world he would make such a bet? What if I had said yes!
His answer was plain and simple. "I just knew you wouldn't."
He knew me well.
Whenever I got my heart broken he would tell me I deserved better. Even if it wasn't true, it sounded nice coming from him.
When I joined a modeling agency after I had my third baby (don't ask and no, I'm not a model) he was the only one who was truly supportive. His mom had been a model and he thought it was very cool.
I still send him my art work and ask for his opinion. If I need the courage to try something new I'll call him because he'll give me the encouragement I need without making me feel stupid.
He makes me feel important.
I am grateful families can be forever.
So it was great to spend a little time with him and some of my family last weekend.
I'll post pictures from that tomorrow because I promised my sister I would. Even her crazy bum picture. (But if I start getting hate mail I'm going to have to come after you Becka!)
I won't blame you if you'd rather suck on pickles in a bathtub filled with ice than come see the photos.
But if you do happen to come by just know some of the pictures are this crazy. Smith Family Crazy.
Just thought I'd warn you.
And Dad? I love you.