My Dad Has Cancer
Today was my dad's 59th birthday and he received terrible news from his urologist before his party. He has prostate cancer. After supper and a game of Mad Gab with the family, he pulled my brother and I aside into my grandma's bedroom to break the news. I didn't get the "finer details" or know what stage it's in because unfortunately he's not the most medical savy but he said his doctor said it's 9 out of 10 bad. I tried my best to keep it together but am still choked up and crying as I'm writing this now. My dad's been one of my best friends in this life and I can't imagine my world without him. I can't stop asking why it can't be me. My body is already fucked with disease and spine debilitations, why couldn't I just be the one to take this too? My dad doesn't deserve it. He's a better man than me and worked too hard his whole life to get cancer as soon as he "retired" after his back surgery. I feel as though God has cursed me. He's taken my health, my career, my home, my younger grandpa, my aunt, and now he's coming for my dad, all within the last 2-4 years. I'm just tired. And sad. And angry. And tired. Please just let the bad times end. By any means possible. I'm so tired of suffering.