Just talked to my dad. He's pretty up-beat about the operation. I am trying to stay positive. I know a couple of the older guys at the boathouse who have had the same cancer as my dad. They're just fine. Doesn't really stop me from worrying. Doesn't stop me from feeling sick about missed opportunities to be a better son. He's in good hands, both at Barnes, and with my step-mom who has been a nurse longer than I've been alive.
Just have to hope for the best.