As many of you have read, I am no longer returning to the University of Arizona due to my scholarship being revoked. In the absence of my education, I enlisted in the Air Force in order to utilize the G.I. bill and finish my schooling, as well as solidify a career in this failing economy. At this moment, however, it seems I find myself at yet another cliff with the same slogan as a banner of my bath: sink or swim. My dad, who was diagnosed as an epileptic, is in the ICU at UMC's Diamond Clinic and is having extreme cerebral complications. The neurologists, surgeons, and other specialists have yet to give me a steady and solid answer, but their main prognosis as of this moment is that it is gleomycosis: an extremely fatal, aggressive and elusive form of brain cancer that has a 100% death rate. Yet again, fate knocks upon my door and as of right now, I wish to slap her sideways and shoo her from my doormat most speedily. But, what am I to do? I've no more power than a child in a shooting range who is unarmed. A plan I do not have, but faith and hope I cling to.