[He always calls early. TOO early.]

Jesus, what?
Go back to sleep.
What?
Go back to sleep, I’ll call you in an hour.

He calls back, It’s been an hour and a half, are you awake?
Sorta.
I’ve been diagnosed with leukemia.
(pause) Well Dad, now I’m really awake . . .

. . . It changes your perspective. You’ve got a lot less time than you think.
(weepy) Yeah.