We are very concerned about my step-father. He hasn’t been feeling well and had already had a number of medical tests.
Two days ago we were in the middle of dinner when we got a phone call. More tests. Tests that required a hospital stay. A hospital stay immediately.
We still don’t know anything for sure.
The fear is cancer. And that it’s already spread.
Before he left for the hospital I told him that he’d always been there for me, and that I was thankful for that. And, in a most manly way of coarse, he had my respect and love.
Not unlike I suggested just before the new year. Coincidentally.
Fucking coincidences. They’re enough to make a man start praying.