On November 17th, I flew home to Chicago. My dad was taken to the hospital due to pains in his chest. His chest was fine, just a pulled muscle, but he had some gravel in his bile duct that had to be removed. This was taken the night before I flew back. He was doing pretty good, and Jane (she comes in twice a week to do the wash, clean the house, and check up on him) and her husband stopped by to see how he was doing.