The D word.

My mom calls me about 1 pm and tells me my stepdad is in the hospital. Renal failure? I dont know what to do. There's just so much of my life going on right now and it is really scary to have this happen. I cant deal. Seems like right when I get on solid ground (the ground was hardly "solid" but I was actually in a groove/happy/whatnot), something knocks me down. And I know I sound selfish. Because Im just talking about me, me, me but, on the other end, there's someone who is sick and not doing well. ANd I'm all worried about how this will affect MY life.
My parents dont have a will. So that's another scary thing. I dont know if the house is in my mom's name too or not. Or just my stepdad's. My grandmother died this past year, so I mentioned that we should probably set that up. Especially since my mother might not be on the house agreements and I am not technically adopted by my stepdad.
Im too scared to say the D word; it's easier to talk about wills. I hope thats not where this is going so soon. Eventually all things come to the D word though.
My stepdad and I were never the closest of close, but I want him to see me get married and have kids (hell, even I want to see that before I die) and all that jazz.

Ugh.
TOO MUCH.
I dont want to take this too seriously because I know I will just start bawling. I've already cried like two times talking about it today. With my mom (she's kind of a hypochondriac) you never know if something is serious or not. And, with my stepdad, he wont tell you if he's seriously hurt or not. I guess they do make sort of a match.