Red Like A Bordello

So Tuesday I came into work and the first thing my boss' father tells me is that my boss has a brain tumor and was getting operated on in an hour. WTF? As I had not even had my coffee yet I sort of blink incoherently up at him and said, "Um, are you kidding me?"
"No, honey, I am not. You know how he has been light headed whenever he stood up and has been getting headaches all the time?"
Flashback to the last few weeks where I had been getting extraordinarily annoyed at my boss for sitting in his chair and asking me to run around the shop and do EVERYTHING for him....
I can remember thinking, "You lazy bastard, what am I, your freakin go-fer?"
Cringe.
Along came Thursday, after a hectic week...OK, um, three days (but it was stressful, I swear!)... of printers and computers breaking, customers calling asking where their F-ing stuff was and me not being able to accomplish much of anything, I was in need of a happy hour. I followed two of the guys down to the local dive, and after 4 or 5 rounds I spilled my shameful secret...that I am a self-centered inconsiderate bitch.
"Actually, he has always been like that," they told me. "He will do anything in his power to get out of doing any work."
Hmm...so I am not a bitch? Or maybe the brain tumor had been growing for years affecting his drive, and I still am a bitch because I should not get mad at a sick man for being lazy? I think I answered my own question....I have turned his tumor into something all about me....I will go now. To cringe more.