As usual, all the people who comment on my blog were right and I should never have wished for life to get any more exciting. Boring is good, a lesson I should have learnt by now, I'm 30 this year!
So after getting restless in my own skin of course something happens to shake it up, and not in a good way.
So yesterday I got a text from my sister that said:
"Hey sis, don't know if you know or not bu Dad hasn't been well, skype??"
And as soon as I read it of course all the worst things went through my head, well, actually only one thing went through my head:
Because that's what you automatically think right.
So after skyping with my sis and calling my Dad, I discovered that he's been having numbness in his legs since December but it's gotten much worse in the last month. Fucking December!!! When I was there!! When I was getting annoyed with him because he wasn't taking Ashton anywhere and seemed to be bothered by having my kids there. Fuck, talk about guilt trip.
So it's not cancer (that we know of yet) but that kind of scares me even more because it may be brain related and brain stuff is so unknown and shrouded in mystery. I feel helpless but I'm glad my sister finally told me after my parents not telling me because I'll worry. I want to worry rather than not.
I hope he's OK. I really don't know what I'll do if he's not.