I couldn't help myself. I guess you could say I have a sick sense of humor. I thought about the second surgery my father was to have today, and smiled.
"Dad, I have to do this. Call me sick, but you've had a rough week."
My mother seemed puzzled. I stood at the foot of his bed.
This little piggy went to the market.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy will be history.
And this little piggy will have none.
And hopefully, this little piggy will go "wee, wee, wee," all the way home soon.
They both laughed. What else could you do?
And off to the OR he went.