tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post7253169173415152549..comments2023-10-05T10:00:27.231-07:00Comments on The Diary of a Gold-Digger: In which my yenta dad doesn't forget his missionthe gold diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-27870192154678747202012-04-25T17:19:26.765-07:002012-04-25T17:19:26.765-07:00Thank you for such an honest and beautiful post. ...Thank you for such an honest and beautiful post. I too hate cancer, and I too had my life revolve around cancer. My daughter is beating the odds (so far). Thankfully, her odds are very, very good. When my baby was diagnosed, her doctor referred to her leukemia as "garden variety". Uh-huh, of course. When her thick glorious hair began to fall out, it clogged the Dyson, which I thought was uncloggable.<br /><br />Your Dad sounds like he was a loving, funny man. Is that where you get your humor? I love your blog, it always makes me chuckle.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com