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[felicula]

My parents had Aidan over from Saturday until Wednesday. When they came to pick him up, we were all concerned. My dad was yellow. He matched his yellow plaid shirt. His eyeballs were yellow. Everything. He acted like he couldn't see it, even though Aidan was creeped out by it. My mom, mechanchaos, and I all told him he was. All he could reply was that he'd had a dentist appointment earlier and the dentist hadn't said anything.

Well, that dentist was a friend of his from AA. While they were picking up Aidan here, he was leaving messages trying to get in touch with my dad and tell him he wasn't looking so hot.

So, my dad got to move his doctor's appointment from this coming Tuesday to this morning. Now he's checked into Buffalo General Hospital for testing. They don't know anything for sure, yet, but his abdomen was swollen and hard, he was still all yellow, and his ankles, arms, and feet were swollen too. They suspect his liver, and with all the drinking I would not be shocked at all. My mom thought it might be cirrhosis. (And after reading that, I think so too.)

mechanchaos turned to me in the car today and asked, "What if this is fatal?" For years now I have wondered if my dad would drink himself to death. Some people argue that people with cirrhosis due to alcohol abuse shouldn't get liver transplants. Who knows what the end result of this is going to be. I'd like to be as mentally prepared as I can be, though. For better or for worse, he's my dad. He's the only dad I've ever known. If this does end up fatal, I will miss him. So will Aidan.