Well, dinner was less than appetizing to me on Sunday and that of course upset my dad. Oi. I won’t go into that.
My brother came by for dinner. The ER couldn’t help him out much other than agree with him that something was wrong. So, he was to see a doctor, who specialized in the area, I guess.
Today he went somewhere. Cancer hasn’t been picked up on the tests, but the doctor says that the tests can fail at times. Nevertheless, he still needs surgery. So, Thursday he is going in and having the area that holds the mass removed and will have a prosthesis.
My dad and Brother came home at lunch, and if they already had those results, they never told me. My brother, I can understand. My father I can understand. They just went on as normal around me.
I found out from my mother. She got home and said she guessed I knew about the results. I didn’t and wondered why she would think Dad would ever talk to me about such a thing. I guess she realized that soon enough.
Because of this, she skipped jury duty though. After all, this is a serious family matter. She went onto work and got home later than usual. She seems her usual self though.
I just thought all of this should get written down.