So it was September 4, 2009 the last time I updated my journal or to the best of my knowledge uploaded any creative projects of mine.

Since my wonderful trip out to Nova Scotia I became a campaign manager/VCO for my party in the federal elections last fall. It was a wonderful experience I would not trade for anything. Unfortunately though, all the relaxation and contentment that was gained on the east coast quickly evaporated with the stress of the job. I suppose it is never easy to work 60 hours a week and try to go to school full time. Needless to say the job pulled me away from school to the extent that when the campaign was over I had fallen so far behind that I could not catch up so I dropped out and relaxed. Good things did happen as well as I'm sure you figured they must have. After finally becoming content being single (long story that only one person on here will understand) I found the best friend and supporter I have ever had. We waited till after my role in the campaign was over to formally start dating as she was a volunteer on the campaign I was running. I hope to spend the foreseeable future with her. Unfortunately the results of the election were not as positive as the campaign was exciting. While my party increased its representation and my arch-nemesis, the Liberal party was greatly reduced, we are still being governed by a bunch of 1950's reactionary red-necks.

As mentioned I dropped out of school. Im glad I did as I found out soon after that my fathers cancer had returned. To say this was crushing does it no justice. Only those who have experienced the return of cancer in a loved one would understand how hard it is. This time it was in his liver and originally we thought it was in his lungs too. He had surgery and all went well! Due to the return of the cancer in a different spot it was decided he should proceed with chemotherapy. It was an easy decition for him to make. If there were no chemo. his chances of surviving 5 years was less than 30%. With chemo., that rises to 45-55%. I know it is a tad selfish but Im scared shirtless with the prospect I only have a 50% chance of having a father at the age of 30.

Needless to say when a loved one deals with cancer those around them have the job of remaining strong and carrying on but on the inside im becoming a hollow shell of an individual. I see the fear in my mothers eyes, the uncertainty in my fathers. I have become closer to my father, but sadly the cancer has done nothing but push my mother and I further apart. Needless to say my partner and I have also grown closer and she has provided a lot of support which while thankful for I cant help but feel a little guilty for accepting. I know I shouldn't but I have never been with someone so understanding and so caring. Most people have used me at their convenience. Needless to say she is the best drug ever!

I'm sorry this turned into me pouring my heart out!
(Another sorry for disappearing the last little bit!)