Dad didn't get in a room until 7PM, but all went well. It was difficult seeing my dad so vulnerable, pale and in pain. Let's hope that he gets the motivation he needs to get healthy so I don't have to see him like this again!
That being said, it felt good to be able to be there for him and my stepmom. He balked about me and Hubby being there since it was "no big deal." But his eyes said otherwise when we walked in. And I was glad my stepmom didn't have to sit in the waiting room for 8 hours by herself. We had some decent conversation, which was good.