I have tried this last week to come up with something to write.
I'm not certain what I'd write about Dad's hospital adventure, or if I even want to. But it feels wrong to pretend like it never happened.
Not that I'm doing that in my day to day existence.
Well, here are the basics.
Dad had surgery on Tuesday, removing a tumor and a small chunk of intestine with it. Cancer. Again. My family seems to attract it like some families attract drama.
Thankfully, it's self-contained. Dad isn't expecting any further treatment, but we'll find out soon. He's home now. Healing. All is well.