Today’s Confession

So I must confess that while my sister-the-doctor was away on vacation, my dad did not go to the ER. My endless blogging and sturm und drang amounted to nothing (happily).

No one is more surprised than I. I lived with a sick feeling in my stomach all that week as I contemplated our usual ER protocol when Dad was feeling not so good.  Since he has always been healthy, the least discomfort would make him think the worst was going to happen. Add anxiety about my sister-the-doctor being away. Stir. Let simmer 5 minutes. Hop a a cab to the ER.

May this time was different because Dad really has a condition now. Maybe this time Dad wasn’t afraid of the unknown because he knows that he has something. And he doesn’t need to wonder if the least discomfort means this is it.

Anyway, my sister was happy to be home from her vacation. Me? I ran a victory lap around my office to the imagined cheering crowds.