Srapbook finished

What a week it's been, I've never cried so much in my life. As many people that know me from crafty threads and yarns know that my dad was recently taken ill. Then diagnosed with Lung cancer.

We are totally devistated that thie could happen to my dad, he had testicular cancer when I was little and recieved treatment for that, they did initially think that some cells had been left behind but since he has been in manchester they have found he has a rare form of lung cancer, independant of any connection to previous cancer. The silver lining is that while it is aggressive it responds well to treatment.

The hardest thing is not knowing for sure, they are making no promises and setting no targets, only that in a few weeks he may return home. I have said I will keep his shop going, I need the distraction as much as anything, but really want to do it for my dad, when I think of everything mum and dad have done for me this is the very least I can do. Hard it may be at times, but if there is one thing they have taught me is nothing is that bad you can't find laughter. Dad had the nack for turn tears to laughter no matter how bad things where.

I just wish that I could do more, I feel helpless stuck down here, unable to visit cause of the pox, awful that I am wishing my daughter to come out in them just to find out, it will be around the 2nd of april when the 21 days is up. This week feels as though it has been weeks long, april seems a long way away again.

Mum, kirst and me have also signed up for the race for life, before we knew all this about dad, its personal this year and I am to raise as much as I can. I won't have time for training working full time but if you want to check on how my fund is going do check here.

http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/Cathie-Chant

Now I am not asking for sponsership, I know many people will have already sponsered other people by now, and it all goes into the same pot regardless of who's form gets signed.

As the title suggests I have also just finished my dads scrapbook, what a bittersweet task this has been, I have cried buckets, but I was determined to finish it. It's my dads birthday on the 23rd and he will be 50. What a birthday he will be having dosed up on chemo and stuck in a hospital.