I’m so glad I’m off tomorrow. I might not be doing the parade thing, but I need another day off. The face is still sore from last week’s dentist appointment and the swelling is still there.
I actually felt great on Saturday. My face didn’t hurt much, I was able to talk and laugh without much pain. Maybe I did it too much. I had so many things planned for Saturday. I was going to run my errands in town, clean my house, and sit down to write. Only one of those things happened.
I got home from town, settled in to start doing laundry when I had a phone call from my dad. We don’t talk as much as I’d like and I’m partially to blame for that. We spent a few minutes chatting about his cruise, me and my sister’s injuries (my face, her leg), when he hit me with the reason he was calling. He found out last week that he has Mesothelioma, asbestos cancer. My heart stopped because, yeah, I’ve seen all the commercials about it and the class action lawsuits. I kept it together while talking to him because I could hear the emotion in his voice. He’s feeling fine physically, but it’s weighing on his mind.
As soon as I got off the phone with him, the tears started. I had to call my mom. I don’t know what she could have done for me, but it felt good to talk to her about it and cry a little. Then I had to call my sister who my dad had been trying to get in touch with. It’s weird, but all of that happened in less than an hour. I had a good cry, did a little research on the illness and brooded for a few more hours.
I decided that after this news I needed a little cheering up, I went to my brother’s house to see my nephew. There’s something about being around babies that makes all of my woes disappear. Maybe it’s because they’re starting out, they’re fresh and clean and so innocent, but Bennett brought a smile to my face despite his bronchial infection. Poor little mite has to have breathing treatments. The masks are bigger than his face, but they seem to help.
After I spent a couple of hours playing with him, I went back home just in time for my godson to stop by for a visit. God, I needed that. I told him about Dad, but we didn’t dwell on it. I hadn’t seen him since Christmas and just being around him again helped ease the rest of my worries.
Yes, I’m still brooding about Dad, but I’m…okay. He goes to a lung specialist next week and I’m sure the closer the date arrives, the more I’ll brood, but I can be strong for this, for him.
And on that depressing note, I’ll try to lose myself in my writing where illness is something easily fixed by shapeshifter genetics, or vampire blood, or something like that. I swear I’ll be more upbeat tomorrow.