Today my Dad is going to UofM hospital to get an angiogram on his brain.

When I was 13 years old he survived his first brain aneurysm. I'm now 20 years old, and since then he has had 3 others. After his first one, his then neurologist said he had about 4 years to live, because they thought the stroke he suffered fucked him up way more than it did. But he's still going strong. He is the most bad-ass person I have, and will ever meet, and I just love him so much.

Since I live about 5 hours away now I can't be there with him today, so you can imagine I'm nervous to see the results. That's why I'm asking you all to keep him in your thoughts and/or prayers. I need all the good juju I can get!