Current mood:

scared

The phone call I dreaded and wanted at the same time.
My dad never calls, it's too hard for him to use the phone, so imagine my shock to have him on the other end of the line last night.

He is being operated on on Thursday.

I resigned yesterday stating my last day as end of September on the grounds that Dad would be having the Op soon and I had to go home to be there for it. Now its on Thursday.

I'm in shock, I want to be there for him. I'm not afraid of the operation itself, but I'm afraid of it not working and us all having to face the reality that the medication isn't working anymore and there isn't anything to be done to improve his quality of life.

My dad said he's scared shitless, and I don't blame him! 8 hours on the operating table, awake, while doctors mess with your brain is a pretty intense thing to have to go through.

10am Sydney time thursday.

ps: spain was awesome. more to come on that when I've got my head around everything else!