My Cute-Wittle-Ole-Man (aka: dad, papi) has been in a lot of pain during the past few months. I'm so glad he decided to visit his doctor without anyone razzing him to do so. It turns out his gallbladder is not functioning properly and will need to have it removed. Unfortunately, he was not able to have surgery back in October because his blood was too thin. No matter how many times I've seen it, it is so humbling to watch the man who raised me lying in a hospital bed. It wasn't until last Thursday that he was checked back in to the hospital for surgery this afternoon - with thin blood. This makes for a dangerous, risky surgery.
My dad is the only parent I have left. Needless to say, I love him to death. Someday I hope he stops worrying over me and my siblings. Yesterday, I told him that he's going to live to be a thousand years old. That's probably how long it will be before he sees me properly married. It's one of our inside jokes. It was so nice to hear him laugh. Of course, he worries that it will never happen. At this point, it doesn't matter anymore. Anyway ...
Please pray for him and us ... that we may be able to face the consequences of what is to follow with great fortitude and grace. I plan to bring him down to Mississippi where I can keep watch over him. Thank you so much ... God bless all of you.
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