Life can't be so cruel..
I hate worrying. It's a character trait I've inherited from my Mom. She is the Queen of Worrying. Today I'm worried about my Dad. He hasn't been feeling so well lately, but you won't be able to tell. He’s the typical Dad who doesn’t want to worry his family. But I can tell. And so can my Mom. There’s been this unspoken fear between the two of them this week. I couldn’t tell at first, not until Wednesday when my Dad didn’t go to work because his leg was bothering him. To refresh, the surgery he had last year, damaged nerves causing loss of sensation to his left leg. His leg was numb for a good while after the surgery, which caused him to be in a wheelchair, then gradually (much faster than his doctor ever expected) he walked with a crane. When I woke up Wednesday morning and saw he was home, he actually told me what was wrong. Usually my Dad just makes some joke that he’s skipping work…he doesn’t say what’s bothering him. But this time he told me the truth, his leg was hurting and it felt numb.
This afternoon he’s scheduled for an MRI. Now these appointments are made way in advance, so it’s not like he all of a sudden started feeling pain. I had no idea. I mean, he’s always in some sort off discomfort, but I guess it was more than I thought. And he does get check up MRI’s, but I know what he’s looking for in this one. Life couldn’t be so cruel, could it? I know I must be worrying myself over nothing, at least, that’s what I’m praying. I don’t even want to think about the negative results. If there is something there, or if the same one is causing problems (as the entire tumor could not be taken out, he would have been paralyzed), I don’t know how I’m going to handle it. On top of all this, I have so much to do (finals) and I can’t seem to concentrate. Hopefully all this worrying will be for nothing.
This afternoon he’s scheduled for an MRI. Now these appointments are made way in advance, so it’s not like he all of a sudden started feeling pain. I had no idea. I mean, he’s always in some sort off discomfort, but I guess it was more than I thought. And he does get check up MRI’s, but I know what he’s looking for in this one. Life couldn’t be so cruel, could it? I know I must be worrying myself over nothing, at least, that’s what I’m praying. I don’t even want to think about the negative results. If there is something there, or if the same one is causing problems (as the entire tumor could not be taken out, he would have been paralyzed), I don’t know how I’m going to handle it. On top of all this, I have so much to do (finals) and I can’t seem to concentrate. Hopefully all this worrying will be for nothing.