Expressing my feelings in writing seems like the best option for this situation. Also, this will be easy to update family and friends on my Dad's experience. So ... here we go.
In February I moved to Tampa, FL with my parents. They were the typical retire to FL and my unemployed self came along and transfered Coach stores in search of full-time employment. My sisters, Melissa and Tonya, and lived in Tampa for years with their families so it has been a blessing us being all together. Little did we know how important it actually was for us all to be together.
Once we were settled in we encouraged my Dad to get to the doctor for a check up as he hasn't been in a while and is 66. My Granny is in a home for Alzheimers so we wanted to make sure he was all right since he was showing some worrying signs. My brother-in-law, Jose, is the USF Womens Basketball Coach and has a great relationship with Dr. Coris, one of the team doctors. My Dad proceeded with check up appointments and went in recently with chest pains and difficulty swallowing. He felt bad for a few weeks and I noticed that he lost a signifcant amount of weight the last few weeks. "Daddy, you look skinny," I said one day a few weeks ago. The doctor suggested he set up an upper and lower GI so my Dad did ... for November 17th.
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