Yeah, Merika, I hear you on that. Dad looks young, he acts young...he seems more like an older brother.
It was strange how he dropped the bomb on me: yesterday he called me at work and wanted me to visit him to pick up my birthday money. (my b-day was on the 14th, I'm 24 now.) So, Beanie and I drive down there, and there's all this hustle with getting my lil sis to piano lessons, and then dad blurts out, "Let's go to dinner." This invite was unusual in itself, so I was already a bit wary.
So, we get to Graziano's, and dad just says, "They have to remove part of my colon." I was right in between bites. I just sat there, and the only thing I could think of was, "Oh God. Here it goes again."
I didn't cry during dinner. I tried to be supportive, but he said, "I don't want any sympathy. Your grandma had to go through this, and she didn't complain. She was mowing the lawn still during her chemo treatment. I don't want any pitying looks."
The rest of the dinner, Dad talked about how he was going to switch to a vegan diet, and how he was going to try to lose weight, exercise, stop smoking totally, etc. I hope that these things help him.
Afterwards, I flipped out in the car. I'm lucky that my Bean is a good comforter. He tried to be like, "It's not like God is trying to punish your family. It's just how things happen sometime."
Wise words from my love.
Another strange thing is that Dad has had these dreams lately to where a woman dressed in white with fiery blue eyes is standing over him. He feels like she is coming to get him.
The other day, he woke up in a sweat and punched the head board of the bed he shares with my step mom, and almost broke his knuckle.
Ah, I'm rambling sooo bad. I just don't know what to do, but be loving and there for him if he needs to talk to me.
BTW, thanks for your kind words, Star.
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