Brian just found out that his dad has lung cancer. It's dime size, but they don't know how severe it is until they do surgery. And they won't do surgery until they are sure he's strong enough, and they won't know that until the heart tests come back. He's 74.
Brian is holding strong. Me, not so much yet. I truly love his dad. And his way of calling me Debra Rose. Golly gee, fuck. I hate this.
So...we're open to prayers, white light, and good thoughts.