I got home tonight from work, and my parents' phone number flashed up on my cell phone briefly. I sporadic service at the house so I couldn't answer. I was making dinner, and I thought, "I'll call them back after I'm done."
About thirty minutes go by, and my parents' number flashes again. I tried to answer it this time, but I was too late. I called my parents back, thinking it was an update on my paternal grandfather ("grandpa") when it was my dad that answered.
"Hey, is mom there?"
"Uh, yeah. Hey...did you get my e-mail?"
My dad was silent.
"Your mom's sonogram came back today from her tests. It's not good. She has lesions on her liver and her spleen. We go in tomorrow for a CAT scan and some tests. I sent the e-mail when she wasn't around."
"Are you the one that called then?" (Sorry, I was in shock)
"Yes. Your mother....isn't in the mood to talk to anyone tonight."
"Okay, call me when you guys find out something."
"We will. Your brother and Kim already know."
So that's always wonderful news. I went outside to take the call and was peeling the label off Andrew's and my charcoal grill. When I hung up the phone, Andrew, who was out walking Cash, asked, "Is everything okay?" and I just broke down crying. I had to wait to catch my breath, and I told him what dad had said.
I turned around and walked inside.