Today is the day my dad goes in for his bone scan to see if and how far the cancer has spread. Me, I’m not worried. There is no point to worrying when you can’t change the outcome anyway.

 Yesterday was quite interesting as we had many discussions and arguments about our beliefs. It all started because of a rainbow colored wrist band that Wesley had around his ankel. See where this is going?  To my dad, who is supposed to be this great christian man, a deacon in the baptist church no less, if it’s rainbow it’s got to be associated with homosexuality. (um, sorry Noah, you just thought it was for you buddy.) So he goes on to say to my son, a not so dumb soon to be 11 year old that he had to quit wearing a pair of his favorite suspenders because they were rainbow striped and therefore associated with the …blah blah blah. I had to interrupt here. In doing so I threw in “grandpa is a homophobic and a person’s sexual preference does not define them as a whole.”

I thought the man’s head was going to explode. 

It got even worse when he threw in “according to scripture it’s a sin”. To which I replied, “really? According to which interpreter, because if you give a verse to 10 different people and tell them to interpret it, you will get 10 different interpretations.”

My dad is a riot. He gets all fired up when it comes to defending his beliefs.  So I added a little fuel to the already burning inferno by finishing it off with the whole if my son ever comes home and tells me he is gay he has to answer to God not me so who am I to judge? lecture.

Seriously.

For about a half an hour I think he forgot he was sick.