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Today began with a call to the doctor’s office to ask them to cancel his appointment because he was dead.
Yes, I’m his daughter. I should know. She said sorry, but only at the end. Like she had to verify all the details before the believed me.

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It’s been a month since he passed. His room has stayed closed. I realize the mental load I carried this year. This weekend I planned nothing. No one needed me. Plans for later. Rest for now.

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So today, because I can, I’m driving to Columbus by myself. I’m going to The Columbus Museum. Stay tuned. I’m living wild and getting cultured.

You may or may not ask what’s different.
I’m a cancer survivor.
I’m 175lbs smaller.
I am trying to rehab from an injury to my back. It’s hard. I’m trying to lift weights. Also hard. I have a gym crush that doesn’t notice me. A cat adopted me. Also weird.
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I was a caregiver for almost 9 years. Now I’m single again. It’s weird.
A year ago I was having a hysterectomy for my enlarged uterus and that’s when they found my cancer. Stage 1. Also weird.
I’m a completely different person in almost every way. What now?

I bought an electric kettle for tea. It has a little blue light that shines in the dark kitchen at night. I’m entering my tea era.
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My dad spent his last days in the hospital. Not sure that would’ve been his first choice but it was a blessing for me. I visited 2x a day and made sure people saw him as a person. A vet. A father.

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Tomorrow dad has been gone 3 weeks. The weekend was weird and I slept for most of it. Mental exhaustion. Which made me worry that I was sick. I’m realizing that I can’t just declare that I’m fine and make it true.