Well my dad has cancer and I guess you would say that the count down has begun. He's always been nasty to this family and just because he's dying he has to start down right nasty arguments that he knows he's just acting like a child like he always has. I love my family but they've all torn me down all my life and I can honestly say that I am proud to be such a caring and heart felt woman. I don't know where I could've possibly inherited it from. I guess it must've been God's greatest angel. We have to keep him on morphine every 8 hours so he's doped up and not starting fights and arguments. I make them breakfast evertime they ask. I will be at a friend's and my mom will call me to come all the way back to give him his meds. I just feel that he's been such a prune his whole life that I wonder if he's gonna end up somewhere in another dimension with fire. He has a big heart but he's just so selfish and just down right nasty. Well he was p.o'd because I left a little piece of egg in the frying pan and then proceeded to scream that I used his nasty dirty silverware that he would use for a freakn decade if I would let him. It's not mine or anyone else's fault that he's dying but he always has played the blame game. How in the world am I gonna deal with this man. He's terrible to the core?