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So, everyday since it's been official I've been thinking about significant times in my life or any favorite memory of my dad. I'm taking Thursday off to go with my mom and sister to the hospital when my dad gets his procedure. Its just an outpatient surgery procedure that will take less than an hour but they will be able to say how serious the situation is. I want to have optimism for it but he's so sick and has been looking so bad lately that I know it won't be good news. My mom suggested dropping my classes for summer and fall semesters so I can spend more time with my family and most importantly, daddy. I think I will.
I took my car in for a coolant leak and it's gonna cost $700. I got this news the next morning after the news about the cancer. I wasn't very happy. My brother was insulted that I didn't ask him for the money. Apparently, he insists that he will take care of me in "a time like this". He seems genuine. I'll be watching his son, my nephew, Gage this coming weekend so that Gage can spend a good amount of time with my dad before anything happens.
I went out to dinner with new guy and his family. They're so perfect. When we got there I wasn't too happy because beforehand my mother and I were talking about the situation which hasn't fully settled in. Every few hours I'll stop what I'm doing (like now) and be like "Oh my god." and wanna cry. Anyways, all his brothers and his little sister and parents were there. I've met them all and everything but tonight it seemed like a scene from a movie. They way we were sitting at a big round table, laughing hysterically, and talking about past vacations and funny memories.....it was movie material. I realized halfway through dinner when they were joking about their little sister getting married one day oh my god..my daddy won't be able to walk me down the aisle or give me away. let alone dance with me at the reception to "My Girl" like I always dreamed of. His family doesn't know anything, I'm sure they think I was being a cold bitch or something. Whatever. They'll find out in a few days.
My mom confessed to me Saturday that my dad started having these problems...like 10-15 years ago. I guess that's why I'm expecting the worst. That, and my mom's friend's husband died a few years ago of cancer too and she said that one of the symptoms my dad has....her husband had just 4 months before....y'know.