There’s a long pause on my end while I try to process the fact that her husband is under hospice care, but apparently well enough to need condoms. I silently wonder if those are covered by Medicare. And I secretly think he deserves a high five.
Before I left, I told Dad it was okay to let go and that he’d been a good dad. I don’t know if he heard me. I like to think he did. It’s been eight years. I know he’s still with me, but I miss him so much.
God forbid you should reimburse people who take their valuable time to assist you.
I went through Dad’s desk. He gave me copies he had of all the lab tests, etc., that have been run on him over the years, some MRI result reports. I would like to get this Dr. Sub’s records also. Maybe Sacry has those. I will ask. Yesterday I went…
