Dad's sick. Don't even want to get into it. Don't even want to begin to get into it.

I've never met anyone more charitable, more loving, more kind-hearted, hell, I'll just say it, I've never met someone less deserving of this.

They say he's gonna live a long time. In pain.

It won't be so bad at first, but when I get older, I'll probably have to help him around everywhere, and if not, he'll be mostly hospital-bound.

The condition can get better (or worse) over time though, so I guess that's... something. Something to look forward to.

He said he's gonna kick this thing's butt. God, I don't know what I'd do without that. Something to keep me going. Something to make me think this is all okay.

If you want to leave him a message, just remember, his phone number's one lower than mine, lol.

Don't tell him how worried I am, though, okay?

No, it's not like I think you would...