Two days ago, my brother called me to tell me that my dad was visiting my sister and had collapsed and was taken to hospital by ambulance. They diagnosed him with pneumonia and said they wanted to run some more tests on him. The pneumonia is extra distressing because he was diagnosed with COPD last year so these days any sort of lung issue is extra bad news.
They did a CT scan and found a nasty mass on his lung, which they are almost positive is cancer. They will be doing a biposy to make sure, of course, but in my medical experience, doctors don’t toss the “C word” into the conversation unless they have a pretty close-to-certain sense that they are right.
I am horrified and lonely and worried and so tired of all the hard stuff. Kind of feels like I have had my skin torn right down to the bone.
And I would rather gnaw through my own wrists than deal with my family, but you do what you have to do. I guess the upside of it all is that it means I pay more attention to the things that are really important and spend less time thinking about id-jits and stupid crap. I suppose I needed a break from that.
The Old Man. I dunno. It remains to be seen and I don’t know how much fight there is left in the dog.