Normally, if there is a normal here, Dad hosts the Old Farts poker game, every other Thursday. Usually there are 5 to 9 players... depending on what the weather is like and how bad their golf game was that day.
Since he was having a vocal cord biopsy done on Thursday this week he switched the game to Wed night. While I was paying bills, and cleaning out the garage, Dad was busy sharing the wealth with his compadres... They drink a little beer, and being well mannered gentlemen never touch my bottles of Kilt Lifter, or Guinness. They eat most of the snacks put out... which range from warm Brie with craft bread to little smokies in grape jelly/BBQ sauce. I like them, so no biscuits are served. They all love Jill's Pepper Jelly over cream cheese with crackers... thanks to Jill's mom Jody! "Hi Jody!"
Thursday, was a long day for Dad. I got him checked into the hospital at noon, with the biopsy scheduled for 2. With the comedy of errors that followed... he didn't have the procedure til 6:30PM. After they released him, I drove him home, fed him his milkshake, and put him to bed at 9:45PM.
Dad's surgeon, says we have to wait for the path report, but he is pretty certain it's cancer. Good news is that it is small, and should respond very well to radiation, with a 95% cure rate.
Dad is up this morning causing trouble, doing well, and in no pain. I'll take that.