Its the little things that get to you

This afternoon I was cleaning off my counter.  I saw a piece of  scrap paper that said the words "Feb 9th" "Chemo", "Transport" and some names of contact people at the hospital.   I was going to file it among the growing stack of papers associated with my dad and his treatment.  I turned the paper over to see if anything was written on the back and I saw it had all the details of my daughters upcoming birthday party on it.

Pretty good metaphor for my life right now, my two very different realities are going to have to exist side by side every day.

I don't know whether to cry or to be happy that, so far, the juggling is going well.