He's in his fifties and he's got diabetes. He's had intestinal cancer (of which had a piece of intestine removed) and a year of chemo. A heart attack. A stroke. Oh yeah, and he's an alcoholic.
Anyway, he's back in the hospital tonight because he's got some kind of intestinal blockage. He had been in pain all week but finally collapsed yesterday from it. My step-mom called 911 and he was ambulanced to emergency.
But he's a hearty bastard and he's always got a positive attitude about this stuff. My step-mom doesn't sound worried, but I don't know what the means one way or the other. He's got a colonoscopy tomorrow morning so I'll know a bit more then.
In situations like this, I never know what to feel. I'm not good about grief or worry. My aunt called me about an hour ago to find out if I knew anything more and that's when I really started to think about it. Actually, I wasn't thinking about it, but I did get that tightness in the chest feeling. I still have that feeling now.