Thirty minutes ago, while still at the office, I learned my father is dying and it's time for me to go see him. I learned this from his oncologist. He's not dying from his aggressive melanoma but rather from his MS. I haven't spoken to him in five years and now I must go reconcile and say good-bye in the same visit.
The best time to see him will be Wednesday and Thursday of next week which is when I'm supposed to go to the nephrologist with Mother and Dick. I'm numb.
Life changes on a dime.
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