Possible suckage ahead

I hate unexpected phone calls. With damn good reason.

Tonight we found out that my father may have cancer. We won't find out more until he follows up with a specialist next week, and then we have to wait for more tests and more lab results to come back.

I am pulling together all of my cancer-social-worker-know-how to dole out accurate information and put on the happy face. I'm convinced that if he does have cancer then it hasn't spread yet given what we have so far in test results. He's a basket case, however, which is understandable yet hard to witness. Good goddess, don't we have enough cancer in the family already? My brother's next brain scan is about a month away. And maybe they both have cancer? Christ. I think we'll all be on Xanax drips by then.

I am off to bed since my migraine from last night hasn't gone away. Ouch. Keep your fingers crossed for us.