My dad on his apparently upcoming open heart surgery in Feb: I'll be fine.
My mother, who is the boss of understatement at all times: He may die, but don't worry. We need to prepare for death, but don't worry. You may want to think about the schedule for your wedding, though I'm not telling you what to do.
So, they have to replace a valve, are amazed he's not dead yet, and he's 70 with a history of stroke.
Am freaking the fuck out! Cat gif me please.