Well, I’m a bachelor again….for a few days. Shelley and Quinn decided to go down to Little Bow just to “get out of town” for a few days. Some friends of ours have a cabin (a house really) down there and they were going to go anyway, so my crew decided to tag along. Dylan is sleeping over at a friends. So here I sit. Alone with my beer.
I have to say that I’m getting a little depressed. My Dad’s really not well. It’s been going on for month now, and they’re finally getting around to doing the tests that really matter. In the meantime, he’s lost 20 pounds (10 kg for our european centric frineds), can’t eat much and he’s getting depressed thinking that “it can only be one thing”. We all know what that is. I, however, being a hypochondriac myself, know that there are still a hundred other, less sinister things it could be. Still, it’s depressing. We haven’t even seen him in that month because he locks himself away in his house and won’t come out.
Ian
Lighten up. Even Dad is not wrried about it being cancer. he knows that if the signes suggested it was cancer they woiuld whip him in and sort him out ASAP. The medical people are not that worried. Besides Dad losing some weight will probably keep him alive longer. Keep your pessimism under control mate.
Ah, but pessimism is what I do best!