On my way home from work this morning, I called my mom. I love making phone calls in the car. It makes me feel like I am multi-tasking.

Anyways, she told me that my dad is having a problem. I thought they got into a fight or something, but then she continued on. Aparently he went to the eye doctor (which is a miracle, he HATES to go to any kind of doctor) because he was having some trouble seeing out of one of his eyes. She started out saying he has partial blindness, but then told me that he was being sent to a specialist right away because they thought he may have melanoma of the retina.

I pretty much went deaf at that point and felt a little queasy.

After I got up from "sleeping" today I called and talked to him. He said that he they wanted him to see a specialist right away and had to call several doctors to find someone to get him in immediately. He goes tomorrow morning to get an expert opinion.

He *must* be OK. We have spent the last 10 years building a pretty darn good relationship. I think he is a pretty cool guy. I love talking to him and, although I don't agree with all of his opinions, I want to know what he thinks. He is not perfect, but I seem to be pretty forgiving of his flaws. I think he can do pretty much anything (except maybe dance), fix anything and "create"anything.

I am trying not to let my mind run with the possibilities, but it is hard not to...