Not again.

So, we just found out my Stepdad, Mike, has prostate cancer. I swear, when it rains it pours. My poor mom finally gets finished worrying about me, and literally two weeks later, she's now gotta go thru this all again. Not fair. Just not freaking fair.

The tests for what the stage is, what treatment will be, etc are all next week (a good sign they didn't rush him in), so we really don't know the details yet, but please everyone say a prayer or send positive vibes or whatever it is you do- please do it for Mike. He's one of the greatest guys ever and sure doesn't deserve this.

It's funny b/c I continually asked my parents not to worry about me thru all the stuff I went thru- but knew they were still always worrying. Now, Mike is asking for us to not worry and I finally understand how they felt b/c I can't stop worrying about him. Strange how irony can hit you when you least expect it.

I'm over here pulling like heck for you Mike. I know you will get thru this like I did, and we will one day be looking back on this, drinking a cold beer, and laughing about how much tougher it made us. Love you, big guy.