When "How are you?" is a tough question.

So I've never had an experience like today where "How are you?" was such a terrifying question.  People would ask and I sort of felt obligated to be truthful, so figured I'd do the social media blast and get it out there.

Got a call from my mom yesterday letting me know my dad had been hospitalized.  He had fallen a few times the last couple weeks and a CT scan discovered a brain tumor.  He's in good spirits and not displaying any real outward symptoms, but obviously has a long road ahead.  The tumor appears relatively large and fast growing in the frontal lobe.  The latest test today was encouraging, showing that the blood vessels feeding the tumor are all surface and don't go appear to go deep.  He's being discharged today and will head to Madison, WI middle of the week for a specialized MRI to map the tumor so they know what's good and bad so when they go to cut it out they can remove as little good stuff as possible.  They'll meet with the surgeon at the end of the week to come up with the final plan.  They're most worried about his speech and left leg with where in the brain it's located, but you can learn to do those again through rehab.  Oh, and in all the testing they found an aneurysm too, but that's actually a low priority and something to be tackled for another time, guess when it rains it pours, but better to find it now.

My mom is a nurse who used to work neuro and he's got one of best brain surgeons in the country, so he's in good hands.  The surgeon was #1 in his high school, college and med school class, so I guess he's probably a pretty smart guy.  It appears brain surgery is probably my dad's near future, we'll know more in a few days.  I'm still in ATL, but no doubt some quality time in Wisconsin is in my future, probably leaving Tuesday.

He still has his sense of humor.  We were supposed to leave for our annual father-son Las Vegas trip tonight and he seems more upset about missing that than anything.  Mom also said she wanted us to be sure to get up there prior to surgery due to the risk of "complications" to which I heard my dad joke from the background, "Yeah, like I could die!"  My family has kind of that morbid sense of humor in tough times.  So under the jokes I can tell a lot of worry from my mom under a strong exterior, but my dad and family are all trying to stay upbeat.

My prayer requests are that this can be benign, easily removed and that my dad stays positive and strong.  Also for strength for everyone involved as my little sis is pregnant after the last ended in miscarriage, my mom has a history with heart disease and, oh yeah, Pam and I are trying to plan a wedding too, so it wasn't like stress was low to begin with.

Well there's the update.  When I'm worried I tend to shut down a little, so if I seem a little quiet, cut me some slack (some of you will probably call it an improvement!)  Yep, in bad times I still keep my sense of humor too, wonder where I get that from :)  So I'll try to update where I can, but we're not expecting a lot of news for the next few days.

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!