I've just got off the phone with my mother, checking up on my dad who has recently been admitted to hospital.
They are operating tomorrow on a suspected bowel tumour after two days of testing him.
Although he is not my biological father, this man has loved and cared for me for the last thirty seven years as though I were his own. He is not a natural father, but we managed to knit together a very sweet friendship, based on mutual trust. He has faltered over the years, stressing out over a wife and four step children, but when I have needed him he's been there.
He is my 'dad' and I am his daughter.
I'm worried. Please keep him in your thoughts.