every single time I got to the Dr for anything, dad drives me and sits with me-sometimes for hours as we wait. he has spent hours of his life in the past 5 years in different doctor offices...and tomorrow, he is having surgery and he will be the patient. i hate that i can't be there with him, as I have had at least 14 surgeries and could keep him company. of course mom will go and he will be fine, but after all he has done for me, i hate that i can't return the favor.
(pic-one day last year that dad was with me at the neurologist.)
