I haven't really had a chance to update anything since I left to go to MI, sorry about that.
I'm back in Chicago now, but I wish I could be at home. If I didn't have animals to care for and a job that's about to disown me because I keep taking time off, I would still be there.
I got a call from my mom this morning... my dad's going to go into surgery Thursday morning. They said there's a 25% chance that he won't make it out of surgery.
I feel lost, and I wish I could be there for him. And for my mother, who is freaking out and not okay.
I mean, yes, that means there's a 75% chance that he'll be just fine (much better, even, after they fix things with his lung) but the other 25% scares the hell out of me.
He can't talk right now because he's intubated, but he wrote my mom a note after they found out about the surgery and it said "If anything happens, don't be sad, we had a lot of fun."
Every time I write that or say it, it makes me cry.