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Just saw that I had a phone message at home...it was from my dad. My dad NEVER EVER calls me.... unless its bad.
He is all the way in Joplin...and I guess he is going in for surgery on the 17th....
It was that awkward conversation...
I have a feeling it may be prostrait cancer...he hasn't been able to pee in three weeks, has a bag on right now....and he was talking to me about what he wants when he dies. Good and bad....
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So sorry! Hope all goes well....
Posted by: KnitNurd | Monday, June 09, 2014 at 10:19 PM