trying not to freak out, even a little bit

Today was the day my dad was supposed to check on the biopsy results.

I called a few minutes ago - about an unrelated matter; we do a Thanksgiving lunch in my department and I had begged a recipe off my mom and I had a question about it. But they're not home.

So immediately my mind went to the scary place: that the biopsy was bad and he's immediately been scheduled for some kind of scary surgery or procedure or something. That he let the skin cancer go too long and now he's gonna have to have a chunk of his face removed.

I hope it's that they're just out shopping, or maybe even (better yet) having a late lunch out to celebrate a good report.

But still: CCFOAD. Very muchly so.