I haven't really told anybody about this, but by the marvelous powers of internet semi-anonymity, this seems like a good place to unload my mind.
First of all, my girlfriend through 7 years is pregnant. This time everything is looking well. Last time ended in a very early miscarriage. I'm very much looking forward to being a father.
But speaking of fathers, mine is dying, 68 years old. Within the same week I found out I was going to be a father, I also found out that my own father has bladder cancer. It has spread to the lymph nodes and the pelvis, and doctors have already told us that the chemotherapy, he will receive will only be to prolong his life. There is no hope of a cure.
By some bizarre twist of fate, there is a risk that my son will never meet his grandfather - and that even if he does, he will never be able to remember him.
I literally have no idea how to feel right now.