Yesterday, I learned my father quite possibly--indeed, most probably--has cancerous matter within his colon...
Today would have been my mother's seventy-eighth birthday.
My father's surgery is, at present, scheduled for the twenty-second of October...
Right between the birthdays of his youngest (the twenty-first) and eldest (the twenty-third) sons.
Life is just filled with little ironies...isn't it?
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