fan of my dad

my dad walked around the track, along with other cancer survivors for the first time last night.

he celebrated as a survivor; we celebrated him. each survivor was given helium filled balloons to release, representing the number of years they have been cancer free. apparently they ran out of bags of "six", so my dad was handed a bag of "twelve". I say it's prophetic.

I'm not a fan of cancer
but I am a fan of my dad