Phone Call

My dad called yesterday. Here's how the first part of the conversation went:

Dad: You'll miss me when I'm gone.

Me: Oh yeah? Why is that?

Dad: Because I'm making you lots of money.

Me: Really? How?

Dad: Bidu went up 87 points in the market today, and I just bought you lots of shares. Wooh!

My dad is my go-to person for all things financial. Especially my 401(k) account. He's basically my financial advisor. Actually, he's more than that. What do you call a person who decides what stocks you should invest in and then does it for you? Oh yeah, dad.

I hope I don't forget...

the way my mom smells. It's a lingering sort of smell that I remember from my childhood: Oil of Olay. To this day when I smell it, I always think of mom. I hope one day there's some scent that will remind Chetan of me. Hopefully it's pleasant. :)

The Reason

My dad has recently been diagnosed with cancer; bladder cancer to be more specific. As cancers go, apparently this one is fairly mild. His first treatment went well, and they were able to remove all of the cancerous cells. From now on, however, he'll need quarterly scans of his bladder to ensure it does not come back.

I'm mostly optimistic at this point. He probably has decades more to live. But, what do I know? So to help combat that small part of me that isn't so cheery, I decided to create a blog. I'm going to post any and all things I remember about my parents. Starting now.