My dad his having surgery in a couple weeks.
On his bladder.
He aggravates the hell out of me sometimes. Seriously, he would try the patience of a saint.
Last night is a good example: he called me with one of his patented "Help me walk through something simple* on the computer" calls.
*Note: "simple" is a bit of a misnomer. There's no such thing as "simple" when my dad is involved. He has an extrodinary talent to make things more difficult than they need to be. (a talent that I have inherited on an exponential scale)
After a few frustrated minutes of trying to explain to my dad how to log onto his gmail accout from my uncle's home - minutes which had me close to pulling my hair out - I demanded that he put my mom on the phone.
Despite having to deal with the fact that she isn't wearing her hearing aid (again) I got them logged in pretty quickly.
So.... I found out today that he's going in for surgery in a couple weeks. Of course, neither he nor my mother told me this. I found out from my sister, who herself found out when she was at their house today to feed the world's fattest cutest kittycat (this cat has bunny fur - she's adorable)
Anyway, my parents keep a calendar on the island in their kitchen (their social lives make me look like an 80yo shut in) and Jo noticed that there was a notation on the 31st "Dad - SURGERY - No food for 24hrs"
So, from my mom I found that the surgery is on his bladder.
It's been over a year since that dreaded word entered my life:
He got an all clear six months ago and apparently. But he was going in for yet another checkup on his bladder last week when they found a bladder stone.
I've never heard of bladder stones. Dad and Jo both get kidney stones (Jo's actually been put on a low oxilate diet by her doctor b/c she gets them so often) and my mom and brother have had gall stones. But I've never heard of bladder stones.
Apparently, his doctor does not think the stone is at all related to cancer (*GULP*) and it isn't giving him any painful symptoms, but because of the shape of the stone (it's L shaped) the doctor doesn't think my dad would want to try to pass it - OW! So they're going to pulverize it or whatever.
So the surgery (*GULP*) is really no big deal, but we'll always be a bit sensitive to anything related to Dad's bladder.