Fustration! How is this favored?!

[BrokenQuill92]

My father (well the man who raised me, my biological father passed last year) has just been hospitalized. He had a heart valve replaced. So I called the the hospital hysterical and in tears to figure what the hell is going on. Apparently a valve in daddy's heart split and he's had a temporary cow replacement until he can afford a mechanical one in a few years. Well the crazy man gets on the phone: "Sorry your present will be late this year princess! Didn't mean to let you down." And I fussed at him and told him not worry about such a silly thing like my birthday; and the only way I'd be disappointed is if he didn't get better. "Don't worry pumpkinhead, I'm fine. I made it out just fine. I'm blessed and divinely favored." Of course what could I say was "Yes, Daddy." But I was thinking either they've doped him good, or I just don't understand anything anymore. I love my daddy so much and sometimes I just can't understand how he can think this way. It worries me. And makes sad that for all we agree on this is something we'll never eye to eye on. And all I want is for him to see 250 years old, and scold his great great great grand children. Sigh.