I've known about my dad's stomach problem for awhile now, but I finally learned how serious it is just a few hours ago. I don't know exactly what he has, or how fatal it could be. What I do know is that he is going to go to the doctor to find out how much of whatever is in his stomach can be removed. That is, if they can remove it at all. I really don't want to think about what could happen if they can remove anything. My dad has to be there for me...to be at my graduation, then my college graduation. Celebrate getting my first job, possibly walk me down the aisle, spend every holiday walking down memory lane, and watch rediculously old detective shows with me. He just needs to be there; it's as simple as that.

Maybe I'm just over reacting. Of course there is the possibility that I'm not. For one thing, my parents have only told my two older sisters, and not the rest of us. Perhaps it's so we wont worry so much. I for one would still like to know. Now every time I see him I just want to hug him and tell him how much I love him. That I never meant all the hurtful things I've said; That I'm sorry for the way I've acted; That I'm sorry for causing so much trouble,