The doctors still haven't figured out what's going on with my dad but I think he's doing better. He has this sense of peacefulness that was brought back by the assurance that he was cancer-free. It's so strange how a diagnosis of a terminal illness can put your life into one crazy frenzy - when in actuality, you should be slowing down and enjoying the little things.

He's becoming sort of a medical marvel in that his body is just not acting like it should. I told him that it's his claim to fame and if the doctors write anything about him, he should demand a few copies to autograph for his beloved fans. He just shakes his head when I poke fun at him. I think he's come to expect nothing less from me.

In case your wondering, yes - that is dirt and food on Gun-Gun's face. The kid prefers dirt baths to water and we oblige him by doing weekly peels of the dirt layers. It's a tried and true remedy for stinky little boys.