October 2003. The end of the year is winding down along with my stubborn journey. Despite my last ditch efforts to heal with a strange woman and her weird, unconventional if not 'sickly' methods on the outskirts of Victoria, I have to concede and seek out proper medical intervention. Dr. Harman is pleased, my mother and step-father, too; meanwhile I am more concerned about my father's upcoming visit. What will we have to say to each other? Will we reconcile certain things? My cutting off contact with him in February, earlier that year, does that still bother him? Otherwise, I don't want him to see me like this - emaciated, tired, worn out. Yet, what choice do I have? I've made this far and I need to keep going.