Now things are not going according to plan. It was meant to just be a stroke. But at the moment it is turning a whole lot more sour. Dad has had MRI’s, CAT scans, the works. The results? FUCKED. It looks like and inoperable brain tumour at the base of his brain. Hurrah!(Note: Sarcasm!!) 52, and struck down with that. I don’t know many details at the moment. Like what it is called or where abouts in the brain it is, apart from location. The stupid thing is that in Sydney it is a public holiday on Monday, and he can’t be seen until Tuesday. Mmm, i know that Dr’s have lives, but you would think that at least 1 Neurosurgeon would be on call. Luckly my Dr Sister, is over there, throwing her weight around. Funny thing is that she is training to be a surgeon. More renal stuff I hear.
Thanks for all your prays etc, it means heaps. My Girlfriend has been awesome thru it all. She has let me cry on her shoulder many a time. I asked her today if it was all a dream, like an episode of House. Unfortunately not, bugger!
I so wanted to fly over yesterday and just give him a hug and tell him to be strong. SMS just doesn’t do it right. We have decided that if he is going under the knife that we will all fly over. Bugger saving for Canada, family is more important.
I tend to have moments when im all together and stoic. Then other moments i fall apart. A song, a thought, anything can set me off. Guys aren’t meant to be this emotional! Damn it!! yeah right, anyone that can handle this without crying or getting upset, is not in the real world.
So i wait and see what will happen till Tuesday. It is going to be the longest 2 days i think i have ever had to face. I can do it. (That last bit was more for me, positive re-enforcement)