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My mom took my dad to the Emergency Room this morning.

They're still there. It's all or nothing with my dad. He's a notorious whiner with hypochondriatic tendencies who throws himself into a sulk if you don't fawn every time he cuts his finger. He wears his diabetes like a badge-- we have never eaten in a restaurant without the waitperson knowing he's a diabetic.

The past few months he's been having a lot of stomachaches. The doctor diagnosed it as a virus... he's missed more work in the past few months than he probably has in 20 years. He woke up this morning feeling very sick and his normally ruddy complexion was scary-pale. My dad's face is never pale. When I touched his head it was cold and sweaty, and my dad's face is never cold. So my mom took him to the Emergency Room. I called his office and told them he wasn't coming in.

Mom just called. The nurse took one look at him and said he was anaemic... they've been doing tests all morning and apparently his stomach's bleeding or something. I guess he has an ulcer. They're going to do something with a scope soon, my mom said, and she guesses he'll be there all night, but she doesn't sound worried, so that's good. My mom's good at worrying so if she's not in a frenzy over this, it must not be too bad.

It makes me think, though, because his mother, my grandma, died a few years ago and they say she had stomach cancer. She was pretty old, in her early 90's, and my dad's only 63, but she didn't have diabetes.

So it's worrisome.

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