everything was great. i recieved a phone call late friday afternoon from my sister asking that i call my dad saturday morning as the hospital called regarding some tests he had had on friday morning; and asked that he come back immediately. this isnt uncommon for my father as he has struggled with heart disease for the past 15 years and has had more operations than i have had hot dinners. my sister asked that i not worry and said that if she found anything out sooner; she would let me know.
i went out with my girlfriends on friday night and had a blast. we girlied up, drank, danced and just had a knockout time; at 11:30pm i got the mr to pick me up as i was beat from the weeks work; and anxious to be with my family.
first thing saturday morning i called my dad and wasnt expecting to hear what i did. hes been diagnosed with an aggressive form of prostate cancer. im fucking shattered. his twin brother passed of the same condition just last year; and was dead within four months of diagnosis. this is all too close to home and surreal. he is being operated on in two weeks to further investigate and remove what they can; but are concerned that its spread to his bowels.
im in shock. i dont know what to say or even how to express it. i will be flying home to be there for his op and recovery period and to just be there with him. i really hope my boss is understanding of the situation and is willing to give me a week or two off. im finding it hard to write this without crying, so im going to leave it at that, i just had to say it outloud somewhere as im trying to hide my feelings from my family and remain optimistic for them and my fathers sake.
god i hope he'll be ok. i love that crazy old wog.
i went out with my girlfriends on friday night and had a blast. we girlied up, drank, danced and just had a knockout time; at 11:30pm i got the mr to pick me up as i was beat from the weeks work; and anxious to be with my family.
first thing saturday morning i called my dad and wasnt expecting to hear what i did. hes been diagnosed with an aggressive form of prostate cancer. im fucking shattered. his twin brother passed of the same condition just last year; and was dead within four months of diagnosis. this is all too close to home and surreal. he is being operated on in two weeks to further investigate and remove what they can; but are concerned that its spread to his bowels.
im in shock. i dont know what to say or even how to express it. i will be flying home to be there for his op and recovery period and to just be there with him. i really hope my boss is understanding of the situation and is willing to give me a week or two off. im finding it hard to write this without crying, so im going to leave it at that, i just had to say it outloud somewhere as im trying to hide my feelings from my family and remain optimistic for them and my fathers sake.
god i hope he'll be ok. i love that crazy old wog.
