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Um...why?
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8 Comments:
When my father remarried after my mother died, he and the stepmother, who is an odd bird and that's being kind, decided to hide everything going on with them. She has made it clear that we are strangers that just happen to be her husband's children.
My father and I have always had a good relationship until the new marriage, but now he tells us nothing and has got to quoting the bible although you rarely see him in a church.
I digress, he now tells me nothing except in passing conversation when I think he regresses to the "old" model of my dad and it slips.
You are much more magnaminous than I am, it really irritates me.
I worry that something will happen to him, and I won't know anything about it.
And he only lives 14 miles away.
Being an adult dealing with parents is very, very difficult.
B, our dad has the same prostate problem. My mom says it's just enlarged, nothing to worry about, he just has to pee a lot. Still, I wonder what they keep from us so we "don't have to worry." At the same time, I guess talking about your prostate gland with your kids could be kind of embarrassing. But this is your dad we're talking about.
Miss J
"B., except for that one mistake, he's a fine doctor."
OMG...good thing that one mistake wasn't on his vasectomy, or colonoscopy...and God forbid it was during some form of serious surgery or something.
Hope all goes well with Dad...my mom didn't want to tell me about her heart condition or breast cancer either...now I can't get the woman to shut up and leave me alone....I guess I'll never be happy.
I was also wondering if taking gout medicine for half a year last year might have had some negative side-effects, but he refuses to answer that question.
Miss J., I know! My dad runs around the house naked. He brags about having sex with my mom. It's usually up to us kids to insist on proper boundaries.
Anyway, I'm not too worried about cancer. I think his doctor just doesn't want to miss something obvious this time and so tested him for everything.
My dad had prostate cancer, and had it removed. He is a very practical man, an engineer turned lawyer. He began to meticulously explain all the aspects of his experience, and when he got to the part about the new mechanics of achieving an erection, I screamed and left the room.
The first time I had gout, I went to a podiatrist (Hey, my foot hurt). He concluded that the tendon in the arch of my foot was too short, and his solution was to cut slightly through that tendon, allowing it to somehow reach a little farther. I decided maybe cutting tendons isn't a good Plan A. I shudder to think if I had let that quack cut my tendon for no reason.
Ha, Knucklehead, your dad could have been in the earnest penis documentary. That would have been fun for everyone but you.
Boy Scout, it sounds like you and my dad had the exact opposite problem.
William Jennings Bryan, eh? I grew up on a street named after him in a town with his statue across from a park bearing his name.
This is irrelevant information.
Oh well.
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