Dad and I just had a talk about his dad and how he suffered with colon cancer but didn’t tell anyone until they cut him open then stitched him back up because it was too late. My paw-paw told my dad he didn’t want to burden him any further. Not 10 hours ago I told my dad we have to have better communication than that and anything serious doesn’t bother me. It would bother me if he hid concerns and made them worse. Well, apparently he was feeling weak and dizzy some time after midnight then couldn’t get off the toilet. It wasn’t until 5AM he called me. I could barely understand him. Now we are at the hospital. They’re running all kinds of tests. Hopefully they don’t kill him. Anyway, Dad is having a bad day. I am too. I’d hate for him to go through all this alone. I pray that I’m here for him no matter how long he needs me.