My father had a massive stroke today.  I’ve been dealing with doctors and hospitals for most of the afternoon/evening, and my faith in the medical profession is shaky at best.  No one seems to know anything for sure, and what they DO know is sketchy. I don’t know if he’ll be OK–I don’t even know if he’ll make it through the night.  All I can do is hope. I feel so guilty that I’m not there by his side, but here in LA, writing these words on my blog that no one really reads. I feel alone, but probably not half as alone as my father does in that hopsital, confused and scared about what comes next.

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