Living in a hotel for a while has always been a quaint dream of mine, a dream I
will be living for a bit as I take care of my Pops as he receives chemo treatments.
Some might think it in poor taste to romanticize life when in reality life for us is
so hard. How can one possibly glamorize a life ridden with something so
horrific as 4th stage cancer? Yet I refuse the notion that we should wallow in
pain and self pity. Of course it's all very shocking. Of course it's all very
devastating. And of course we are all a little afraid. But what better to stave
away le "bete noir" & dolor than