Prepare for the worst, but hope for the best

That is the motto our family adopted 6 years ago when my father was taken to the hospital with a cancerous tumor in his throat. We weren't sure if he would live till the surgery or through the surgery. He did. He has been living life in pain and restricted to baby food and a lot of bed rest. When he gets sick he get very sick and it's hard to shake.

He's been sick for the past few weeks. Thursday he was taken to the hospital. My sister says he is really weak. Things are not looking so good. I'm really to spent to go into the details of it all. I'm looking up airfare... preparing for the worst...