On the possibility that other choices were made

Scientists have posited the theory that our world hates making decisions so much that each time a choice is put forward, the universe splits in two: dividing in perpendicular paths, one in which each option is chosen.

It follows, then, that there are universes out there (multitudes) where we made the choices that saved my father.

There is one in which he never got cancer in the first place. One where my mother let them remove the fungus that actually killed him. One where he listened to me and went to the doctor four months before he actually went. One where I worried enough to make him go anyway. One where we kept him at the same hospital. One where he listened to his own body and didn't need us to tell him to go to the doctor. One where the doctors at the third hospital did their job. One where the doctors at the FIRST hospital did their job. 

There are universes in which one of us was a little faster, a little smarter, a little more on top of things, a little more dedicated, and it saved him. Places where my father is still alive.

I do not believe in parallel universes.

But oh, do I want to.