My father has cancer.  Colon cancer.  He's 73.  It's been hard watching him go through this.  Hardest thing ever.  He went from about 190 lbs, down to 159.  He had a bunch of his colon taken out 3 months ago, just started recovering from that and is now taking chemo.  He's got to do this for 6 months.  His feet hurt. One of the side effects of the chemo.  Just typing this, my chest hurts.  He's a trooper, strong... but this is making him physically weak.  It's hard to articulate how this feels to me.  He's been the one constant man in my life.  He may not have always been there for me, but he was certainly ALWAYS there for my mother.  How do we transcend human suffering and pain.  How do we make sense of things that make no sense at all?  How do we take the moments we have and infuse them with joy that is tangible, that we can feel, even in the midst of the moments that are profoundly painful?  Can pain and joy co-exist?