I don’t do well in hospitals. I’ve never liked them, but after B’s birth (which was not supposed to be in a hospital), that dislike was only intensified. I’ve been in two hospitals since his arrival and I hope that I don’t have too many more visits in the future.
The second visit was today to see my dad. We found out on Thanksgiving that he has cancer, so he had surgery yesterday and we made the trip to say hello and give him some art from B. He’s had other surgeries over the years so this wasn’t the first time I had seen him in a hospital bed, but it’s still always a little surreal to see the man I grew up with connected to machines looking a little less invincible than he did when I was little. I think it’s probably more so this time knowing the reason why he’s there. Cancer just feels a lot more serious.
This has been a difficult week. I’ll be really glad when E is home.