A Little Odd...

I'm feeling a little odd lately. I can't quite put my finger on it. I'm sure part of the feeling stems from the fact that it will be soon time for me to leave South Korea and head home. While I am not particularly sad at having to leave (I don't feel I've grown attached to this country), there are some people and things I'll miss. However, I am getting more and more excited and anxious to go home again.

I think that part of this odd feeling is stemming from being sick yet again. Oh, it's just a cold that I have, but once again I am sick. So far, since I have been in Korea, I have had a cold in August, September, October, November, December, February, March, April, May, and July. Since I wasn't sick last month, I had hoped that maybe I had finally grown accustomed to the viruses and germs here and that I wouldn't be sick for the duration of my stay. I guess I was wrong. However, maybe August will be different and I won't be sick for my last month. Only time will tell. I'm glad, however, that this doesn't seem to be too bad of a cold.

I had thought yesterday that it was going away because it didn't bother me too much. But, today it seems to be back a little more. That could be from spending Saturday in Seoul, in the rain hunting for souvenirs to take back home to Canada when I go. Also, it was pouring out yesterday and I went with my friends Sarah and Tamara to go get smoothies in the evening. It was raining harder than we had thought, and when we got part way down the street, the wind seemed to pick up as well. We're not sure, but we think maybe it could have been from a typhoon or something (though in this area we tend to not get them badly or maybe just the bit of the tailend of them). As we drew several feet away from the building we'd be going to (actually, I was just inside the doorway and they were a few feet outside), there was a loud crack and crash. Tamara said a tree had broken and fell onto part of the building. We were safe though, and there wasn't anything wrong inside.

On the way back, it was only raining lightly, but we stopped into a store for no more than 5 minutes, and when we got back out it was down pouring again. So, needless to say that even with our umbrellas, we got drenched.

The last couple of days I've been watching season 3 of Grey's Anatomy, and I think this may be contributing to my mood as well. You see, on the show, George's father is admitted to the hospital with the same kind of cancer my father has. The only difference is that George's father is worse off and his cancer had spread.

My dad had a couple of biopsies taken a few weeks ago when he was in for his last chemo treatment (the final one actually) and the doctor told him a few days ago that they came back fine, that there were no problems. Also, when he had his endoscopy done at the same time, that doctor said he didn't see any cancer above or below the 'lump', and that's good news (I think). Dad has an appointment to see the oncologist tomorrow (Tuesday) so he will hopefully be able to find out more - like what the next step is, if they will do surgery like they said at the beginning (they wanted to try and shrink the lump and then possibly remove it surgically). As of this moment, dad doesn't even have a prognosis so that is a little frustrating and scary. He's had many prayers said for him, so we are holding out for good news and that maybe there won't be any cancer left at all.

So, I think a lot of my odd feeling is thinking about my dad's situation. While it's different that the character of George's father on Grey's, it still got me thinking about my dad's situation and the fact that I'm so far away during this time. I'm sure, though, this feeling will pass and I'll be fine again in a day or so (maybe even sooner).

In other news, I've been working again (off and on) on my novel. I have roughly eight or nine thousand words so far (maybe even more), which is only a drop in the bucket since I'll need about one hundred thousand, roughly. But, it's more than I've written for a story in the past, and I'm really wanting to finish this novel. My main problems seems to be procrastination. That is definitely NOT something you want when you are trying to write. Not sure where the procrastination stems from, but I'm sure there is a cause for it...such as some kind of fear. It may also be the enemy trying to stop me from writing it - especially since it's a novel dealing with spiritual warfare. It's hard to say, but I have been doing some writing and I am proud that I've accomplished more with this novel than I have on novels in the past. Usually I stick to short stories and find them much easier to complete.

Well, I'd best sign off for now and go work some more on my writing. Have a Christ filled day!