The Life of Photosanity

My photography • desires • goals • dreams. This page will represent the best of me in every way, shape, or form. A place of optimism and hope.

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As kids we think our parents will live forever. We think they are invincible and that they could live through anything.

Running away to Georgia 10 years ago - I thought was for the best. I was in love and eager to start my life. I wanted to break away from the drama at home. Drama mostly that came from my sister. I wanted to focus on finishing school. Never did I think I would be down here for this long. When I got divorced, I was hoping I’d find that dream job up there. But no callbacks. Nothing. I believe it has been five or six years now since my divorce and I’m still here.

I wasn’t really thinking about it until recently. I’ve lost 10 vital years that could have spent with more important people, my parents, than the dumbasses I gave my time to. You don’t realize, especially when time flies so quickly, how your parents are aging. They become more fragile as each day goes by.

Two weeks ago, we found out that my dad has Stage IV colon cancer. It started in the lower end of the colon and spread throughout the colon to the liver. My parents always had a rocky life. Jobs came and went. Dad didn’t have health insurance around the time everyone is supposed to get a colonoscopy (50 years old). And he only went to the doctor recently because he couldn’t go to the bathroom. The biggest tumor was blocking him from going.

As soon as I found out, work allowed me to board a plane back home and work from there. Thank god they did. I wanted to be there for my family. I wanted to be there for him. I surprised him. I took a Lyft ride to my parents from the airport and Dad started crying when he opened the door to let me in. He was so shocked and happy to see me.

For the two weeks I was there, the doctors were going back and forth with what they wanted to do. Debating on if they should start surgery or chemotherapy. If they did surgery to remove the massive tumor - it would take 4-6 weeks to heal. This would prolong the chemo. The doctors did not want to do this especially since the cancer spread to the liver. So, they suggested to start the chemotherapy. Dad had a port insert put in to his chest and soon after chemotherapy started.

About two days later, his fever shot up to 102 degrees and we all had to rush to the hospital. First, we were worried he had an infection or something went terribly wrong - but after several tests and cultures, it was just his body reacting to this foreign substance that had been just put through his body. The chemo.

He is doing alright now. He has six chemo treatments to do, I believe. Every other Thursday for five hours. I’ll be going back near the end of July.

Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers. He needs all the positive vibes he can get. If you want to help, let me know. My sister started a GoFundMe to help my parents with the medical bills that will soon be pouring in.

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All this noise will be heard. All this pain will return. His money can't buy that smile, 'Cause everyone knows the way that goes. Most don't know that a heart is fragile.

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So happy she is finally marrying her high school sweetheart. :) ❤️

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And the weekend continues. ❤️

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So happy I’m here right now. 💕

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Back home for a little bit. Please pray for my dad. He needs all the prayers he can get. ❤️

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…because every picture tells a story…

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My Buddy 💕

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But I won't forget the good times. ❤️

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Do you know what a memory ghost is? It's not an actual ghost of course. It's the pizzeria that takes you back to your first kiss. It's the song that brings back those long summer nights. It's the movie you can't see without missing your best friend. It's the book you used as an escape during a rough time. A memory ghost is a memory that is so strong, it's left an invisible mark so it can never be forgotten.

Emily Hall

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If chaos is a work of art, then my heart is a masterpiece.

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Smoke the tires!