The head

It's cancer.

When my mom told me I was shocked and I was sad... I cried a little but then I wanted the information. The next steps. Ok, so he has cancer. Ok, then what? What are we going to do? I am surprisingly calm (surprising to me).

We're going to talk to the doctor tomorrow. They're going to operate and take that tumor out. He's going to go through radiation. Tomorrow we'll find out what we're going to find out what the next steps are.

When I talked to him tonight he and I both needed for the tension to be broken... we both enjoy to laugh way more than we enjoy crying. The tumor is the size of a new born baby's head. I asked him if he was practicing his breathing for when they'd pull that baby's head out. I told him I was glad he got to keep his prostate... then maybe he and my mom could make me a little brother or sister's body to attach to the head they were going to pull out. We laughed. He's going to name the head.

I miss him. I look forward to seeing him soon.