2001-11-18 - 11:18 p.m.
Another Saturday Spent South

I had a good chat with my parents this weekend. I wasn't expecting it, when I drove down for my haircut ... I thought I'd do the eat-lunch-thing and the here's-a-book-I-thought-you-might-like thing and then I'd get another whopping lecture on my inability to locate a new job.

Not so. Instead, I got a series of amusing anecdotes from Dad's surgery Friday, a lot of laughter over the various TV shows that the parents and I both watch, a little gossip about mutual friends, and some rough-housing with the cutest spoiled mutt ever to exist.

It isn't funny, of course, that Dad had to have the surgery. They were taking samples from bladder and prostate to check for growths, and test anything they found. That's enough to instantly strike terror into my heart. Dad's mother died of cancer in 1973, before I was born, before he even married MY mother, and she'd been ailing for ten years before that. Granddad, his father, weathered a really nasty bout of cancer a few years ago that got into his lymph nodes and terrified us all into thinking we were about to lose him. That's two strikes against Dad in his genetics, already.

The funny parts were more related to ... Damn. Can't be specific. I forget sometimes that this isn't just my diary, it's also fairly public, and it isn't fair to relate things that might embarrass the people I'm talking about, were someone they know to read about it here ... Unlikely as that may be. Anyway. Suffice it to say, I got an earful about catheters, things said while under the influence of medication, and the effects of Dad's recovery on *ahem* romance.

It was good to laugh about it. I'm crossing my fingers and praying regarding the test results, which won't come back for a week. Damn genetics! First my mom and her osteoporosis, now this with my dad. My parents deserve extremely long and productive lives, and I don't know if I could cope with either of them getting seriously ill, or ... No, I won't even say it. I could never have asked for better parents, regardless of the faults they have, and they're not going anywhere.

*yawn* Not much else comes to mind that I want to talk about, tonight; it's getting late. I'm still holding onto the funny stories from the weekend before, and another heavy discussion with Hildi that I'm not sure I want to bring up in a public arena. I should. But it's a highly charged subject, and ... ah, hell. Tomorrow. I'll get into it tomorrow.

Edited at 11:23 to say, Damn Azash!!!! Just as I'm logging out to try and go to sleep, he plugs in "Gone in 60 Seconds" on the DVD player. Agh. I SO want to stay up and watch it, the temptation is unbelievable. No. No. Going to resist now! *dragging self slowly off to bed*