It's not a tumor...

Actually yes it is. My dad was diagnosed with a brain tumor recently. My sister tells me the type of tumor he has is often benign. Often benign. I guess that's good. She and her husband used their connections to have him examined at the University of Illinois. The chief of surgery there said they don't need to operate until after the holidays.
I've known about the possiblity of the tumor since before I left for my trip. Since finding out the details about my dad's condition a few days ago, I've had some long drives to think about what I should do. It didn't really take long for the decidion to come. Since doors seem to be closing in the Bay Area, the decision to leave San Francisco seems like the logical choice. My dad and I haven't been close in a very long time. It's time to close the gap between us.
When I came to this decision I called my dad to see how he's feeling. He basically did what he always does when we 'talk,' avoiding the topic and handing the phone over to my mom. I had to ask her to hand the phone back to him. His answer to my question is, "everything's fine." Cool.
In one of his asshole rages a few years back he questioned whether or not I would cry for him when he died. He may not be dying, but in this moment when I think my family needs to be there for him he continually pushes us (me) away. Look old man I'm trying here. At least meet me half way.