Life is a funny thing

Yesterday I got a text from my aunt: my stepfather was having trouble talking and feeding himself so he was back in the hospital. Going back a few months, my stepfather, John, had a mini stroke in July. He was supposed to stop drinking and smoking. He stopped smoking but like a true alcoholic, he had bottles stashed all over the house and kept sneaking the drinks. When I got the text, I figured it had something to do with him still drinking while on all the meds for the stroke. I talked to my mom last night. They found a mass in his brain.

( Why does bad news always come in November? )