“Hey Dad,” I answer the phone call. It’s pretty early for him, but I guess he wanted to catch me before I got off to work. I am in a pretty good mood, but I am running late so I stuff a piece of burned toast into my mouth as I hurry through my apartment.
“Good morning honey,” he says, but the sound of his voice makes me stop in my tracks. I immediately know that something isn’t right.
“Dad?” I ask suspiciously, “what’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing,” he lies, trying to sound cheerful, “I was just checking in on my daughter. Are you busy?”
“Dad! Tell me what’s going on! Now!”
He sighs heavily, “I don’t want you to worry, but I went to the doctor this morning.”
“What? Why? Are you sick?”
“It’s nothing serious. I went to the doc because of some stomach pain. It has a fancy nam
