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For once, I'm not going to make an abstract reference to my life's drama as a larger, more poetic concept.
My father called today to tell me he is going into surgery tomorrow to have a tumor removed from the back of his tongue. That was three hours ago, and that terrible, throat-closing worry just hit me. My dad was mostly just apologetic for giving me bad news so close to Valentine's Day, which was weird but sweet. My mom sent me a Valentine that I have been receiving recurrently for the past 10 years (she puts them next to our plates at dinner and then saves them for the next year afterwards) with the message: "You know, this may be the last time you receive this card..." I laughed and laughed.
My father called today to tell me he is going into surgery tomorrow to have a tumor removed from the back of his tongue. That was three hours ago, and that terrible, throat-closing worry just hit me. My dad was mostly just apologetic for giving me bad news so close to Valentine's Day, which was weird but sweet. My mom sent me a Valentine that I have been receiving recurrently for the past 10 years (she puts them next to our plates at dinner and then saves them for the next year afterwards) with the message: "You know, this may be the last time you receive this card..." I laughed and laughed.