The unexpected vecation

I am on my way home from college. Mom called me earlier out of the blue and said we had a family emergency and that I had to come home right now. I tried to get her to tell me more, but she hung up. She has never done this before. I am starting to worry. What if their company is in trouble and they can no longer pay for my education? What if they signed a contract marriage to save their company and that as their only daughter have to marry some grumpy dude that will make my life a living hell? What if they got in trouble with the mafia and now I will be leaving to go serve some mafia boss? I take a deep breath trough my nose and out my mouth. I know I have read too many romance novels and that it probably isn't any of those scenarios. A call like that is giving my overactive imagination too much time to dwell on possible scenarios. How can my mom do this to me? Wouldn't it been better just telling me why, before I had to get in the car and drive home? The drive is taking me three hours. Way too much time to linger on different possibilities! At last, I am driving into the gatet community and up to our driveway. I see both my brothers cars outside, gess I am the last one home. I am a bit anxious and practicaly run into the house. I don't see anybody so I call out: "Hello! Mom? Where are you?" I look around me excepting to see the reason to the so-called family emergency. My mom yells in a happy tone: "We are in the dining room, honey!". That was not what I expected. I walk slowly to the dining room and I can see my family gathered around the table. There is a feast served on the table and everyone look at me with a smile on their faces. I am stuned silent. What is going on?! Before I can get my voice back, my mother sais: "Take a seat honey, let's eat before the food gets cold! Your brother was just telling us about his new job". I walk like a zombie to my seat expecting them to jump up and become vampires that tries to eat me or something. That would explain their weird behavior. My brother, Kevin, continues explaining his new boring job as an IT consultant. He is three years older than me. He is built like a rock and look big and scary, but in reality he wouldn't hurt I fly. He just likes to go to the gym a lot. Seriously, he has saved countless of spiders from been killed by me, because they are creatures too. But all my past boyfriends thought they had to watch out for him, which was hilarious. My other brother, Jack, is very outspoken and sais what we all are afraid to say: "IT consultant? Really?! You went to college fore three years and all you are going to do is reboot other people's computers?" Jack is one and a half years older than me. He is not as big as Kevin but got a lot of temper, which he uses when he plays hockey in college. He also studies to become a lawyer, but I have a hard time picturing him at a firm. Kevin gives Jack a look and continues to tell us about his boss. I can't take the suspense anymore. I look at my family as if they are strangers before I yell: "What is going on?! You call me, telling me to get my butt home as fast as humanly possible and then you all sit here and eat as if nothing has happened?!". I got all the attention as I have pushed my chair back and is now standing by the table. "Way to be dramatic sis! Heard about something called tact? You don't start by pushing sore topics right away, you ease in to them! You should know this since you are studying medicine" Jack snickers from beside me. I am about to answer when my dad interrupt us with his normal voice saying: "Okey". My dad has only once in my life raised his voice at me, but that is a story for another day. I admire the authority my dad has without even trying. We all sit quietly waiting for my dad to continue talking. He takes a deep breath before he starts talking: "I was hoping we could have a nice meal before we talked about the heavy stuff." Jack looks at me pointedly before he sticks his tongue out like the child he is. My dad continues speaking as if he didn't see anything: "I should have known better since you are so much like me, Ally. You like to know what you are dealing with before you can relax and eat. I finally went to the doctor this week like you all have been pestering me about for a long time". I am about to yell out 'finally' when I see the tears in my mothers eyes. My feelings goes from happy to doom and gloom in record time. My dad wait a bit before he continues in a low voice: "I have a brain tumor, but since I waited too long there is nothing they can do. I have a few months before my body will start shutting down". I am in shock! My throat is clogged and I have tears in my eyes. My dad continues: " I have decided that I don't want to spend the rest of my life dredging what comes next. I rather we make a few more happy memories while we still can. So I have booked us all a vacation, talked to your school and workplace and got you all free. We leave at 4 am tomorrow morning and we have packed all you need for this trip." My brain feels like it is made of cotton. I do not understand what is going on. My dad is going to die soon so we are taking a vacation? Does this make sense to anybody?