Your suposed to be the healthy one...

I'm in the car with my dad.
We usually just listen to sports radio, hes not really a talker, and I'm not good at trying to get him to talk, even casually.

Driving

He says he has some news....that its not so good. He says it with a little chuckle..like he always does to break tension.
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Dad: "I went to the doctor last week. Remember? When I took the day off?"

Me: "Ya, I remember" (instantly I grow nervous...)

Dad: "Well theres a chance, small chance, I might have prostate cancer."

Me: speechless and welling up in the eyes

Dad: " Thats just the first part"

Me: "What? theres more? Oh god"

Dad: "Its not a big deal, but he said he noticed something with my heart, thats all"

Me: "WHAT?!?!?!? OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, DADDY ARE YOU ALRIGHT? ARE YOU GOING TO BE OK?"

Dad: "I'm fine, nothings going to be wrong, there just taking tests, I'm fine"

Me: " I love you dad."

Dad: "Oh come on now, relax. I'm fine, when the tests come back you'll see. Worst case scenario, you will get insurance money."

*Yes he actually said that, But it was really a sad attempt at breaking the tension again*

Me: "OH MY GOD DAD! THATS TERRIBLE, DON'T EVER SAY THAT TO ME AGAIN"

Dad:" Relax Gail, we don't know anything for sure, I'll be fine"
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The drive went as usual after that.
Quiet.
I'm at home now, quietly blogging about it....



AND I'M FREAKING OUT INSIDE.