Things are Difficult

... right now. We took the GuyDad for a check-up a few days ago, and after some tests and much waiting around at clinics and hospitals, we were told that he needs surgery. In the meantime, there were a lot of concerned phone calls among the three of us, the GuyMom, and the other siblings. The GuyDad belongs to that school of thought that advocates ignoring medical problems until they turn too nasty to ignore, and he was in favour of ignoring this one some more, but we collectively leaned on him until he gave in. So the operation takes place tomorrow, and the GuyDad needs to remain in hospital for at least four days.

The Guy and I have been breezily telling everyone that we will handle it, so we are the primary caregivers now. We have put our business skills to use by dividing off duties among us: I will sit in the hospital all day and the Guy will take over nights; I will worry and obsess while the Guy will think of solutions.

Given all that's happening, other plans remain on hold for the moment, and we had plans for December, believe you me. But this is what's important right now, and we need to see it through.

I am trying to wrangle internet access for the hospital, but it remains in doubt. So if you don't see this space updated much, you'll know I'm sitting by the GuyDad's bedside, nose buried in one of the nearly-dozen books a kind friend has loaned me.