12 October 2016

Fuck. Cancer.

Two days ago I had some pretty devastating news thrown onto my lap: my father was dying from stage 4 lung cancer and his doctors wanted me to give permission to discontinue care and to keep him comfortable for him to die naturally. 

I'm only 31 years old. I am barely able to take care of myself and all day Monday I spent the day talking to doctors on the phone and giving consent to different things that is essentially ensuring my father is going to die within the next week. 

Every time the phone rings I dread it. 

I'm terrified that the next call will be the call. 

Cherish the time you have with your loved ones. You never know when that time is going to come to an end. 



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1 comment:

  1. im so sorry about this. everytime i go to work, leaving my family behind, i always get these "bad thoughts" and it makes me cry. just thinking about it will have me in tears :( you are strong, just pray.

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