And the beat (and summer heat) goes on…

Well, as you can see, I’ve been MIA of late. The summer is flying by, it seems. We are still fully immersed in Dad’s Gerson therapy, but now it just slides off our fingers, and we’re doing it like the seasoned pros that we are. I think we are now at week 8 of the program (5th week at home). Only 96 weeks to go. And for me, only 3 days to go. Yes, Dad has made the stupid decision to go back home, and face the music of his life back there. I can’t say I’m not filled with dread, and sadness regarding his decision, but it is not my life to live – it is his, and even though I can point him in the right direction, only he can decide he wants to live a life without abuse. I am praying that he finds the strength to do so. I believe that he will.

I really feel like it is too early for him to depart. We have only just got into the groove, and it is now just part of our lives. The kids are great about it. No longer do they say – do we have to have vegetables AGAIN??? when I serve up a plate of slow-cooked, mostly-bland greens for dinner. The boys had a playmate over yesterday, and my Dad was there, making his juices. The friend asked, what is he making? To which Simon replied, “He’s making his juice, because he has cancer”. Cutest thing ever!!! We laugh and joke about his disease, and his diet, because, well, that’s just the kind of family we are. Dad has amazing will power, and an attitude that would put most people to shame. If I had just half of his strength, I would die a happy and fulfilled woman.

The kids, Dad and I all went to Kings Island yesterday afternoon. What a great time was had! We rode every ride that my poor short little boys made the height restrictions on. We got soaked on the log ride, and stuffed our faces full of overpriced, nasty old LaRosa’s pizza (while Dad ate his organic, fresh delightful salad and potatoes – oh the irony!!). I forced Dad to ride Diamondback, which is the meanest, fastest rollercoaster I have ever seen in my life. Don’t you just love people watching at places like that? Severely sunburned faces were everywhere, as well as what seems like the biggest collection of overweight people in SW Ohio. Maybe it’s the availability of that previously mentioned pizza?? Can I just give a shout out to the 250 pound girls out there – short shorts may be in fashion, but that doesn’t give you a free pass to wear them. Seriously. Fat doesn’t have to be ugly, but wearing clothes that are not made for you and your shape, is just wrong. And it scares my children. For real.

Well, it’s almost lunch time, so I must go prepare the banquet! It is good to be back. Wish me luck for this weekend. Next time you see me, I’m going to be a sad, sad puppy. There is nothing more painful than your family leaving you. After nearly 15 years of it, you’d think I’d be a pro, but it never gets any easier…

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