Thank you so much. I love the new avatar with the plane dropping "hug bombs". I hope what starts tomorrow, goes quickly, and works. I know it will take time, and patience on my part. I wish some days, I wish I could be the person I used to be. I was never afraid of a challenge. I thought I was "10 feet tall, and bulletproof". Well, it doesn't work that way. My father and I came to blows after my diagnosis. It was ugly. It almost broke down into a physical confrontation between us. That, is not like either of us. We were both scared to death. I was scared of the Lupus diagnosis, and what impact it was having on my life. He was scared by the fact that he might outlive one of his children. We didn't know what was happening, and it got ugly for a bit. Today, in so many ways, my Dad is my best friend. we do so much together. My Dad is retired law enforcement, and a Marine. He's a card carrying tough guy. There are two things about him that I'll never forget. Once, I was with him when he arrested this guy who was really abusive, and a vulgar jerk. Insulting my Dad, and anyone who happened to be related to him. I was 14 years old, and I was P.O.'d at this jerk. When I asked my Dad why he didn't kick this guys butt, he looked at me and said, "Because I didn't have to". This "jerk", showed up at our house one day, and thanked my father for not kicking his butt that day, and for helping him get a job, and a place to live while on probation. I learned that he wasn't the first, nor was he the last. Years later, at my fathers house in Arizona, I saw my Dad out in the driveway early one morning, cradling something in his arms. I was a great horned owl, with a broken wing and ribs. We don't know how it got injured, but it limped over to the pond in his yard for a drink. This owl had almost a 7 foot wingspan. He gave it water, and comforted it the best he could until the game warden arrived. Long story short, that bird recovered 100% and was released into it's home, the wild. These things showed me who my father really is. I hope someday he thinks as highly of me, as I think of him. Sorry to ramble. I'm happy him and I are friends again. Thank you Oluwa, your words, are always comforting. I know you have been fighting a fight none of us would ever want. Yet, through all that, you still care so much about others. Thank you.