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It's probably been quite some time since the last time I posted so I figured what the hell. When they found out my grandpa had cancer, they gave him two months to a year to live. That was as long as he did his chemo. Then he signed himself out of the hospital. I don't see how they could let a man who just had brain surgery sign himself out, but they did. So now they've given him less than two months. How comforting. We got a letter from him today; I don't even want to know what it says.
I went to Northwest Vista today. I start in January. I ran into a bunch of fucking assholes who I used to go to high school with. They pissed me off so bad. My mom was with me. Because of the medication she's on, she's gained a lot of weight and because of the steroids, her face swells sometimes. Today was one of those days. And of course these tactless stupid ass motherfuckers decide to make fun of my mother. I won't say anything else because it'll just piss me off again.
Oh yeah, and the doctor told her the other day she could damn well have uterian cancer. She hasn't told my dad or sisters and she won't until she's sure. So now the sole responsibility of trying to calm her down rests on me; and I'm fuckin scared. I had this horrible fucking dream the other day; it wasn't really a dream because I was awake but you know what I mean. It was basically the realization that she wasn't going to be there to see her grandkids, let alone my wedding. I always knew she wouldn't be around forever, but it looks like she'll be gone a hell of a lot earlier than
I went to Northwest Vista today. I start in January. I ran into a bunch of fucking assholes who I used to go to high school with. They pissed me off so bad. My mom was with me. Because of the medication she's on, she's gained a lot of weight and because of the steroids, her face swells sometimes. Today was one of those days. And of course these tactless stupid ass motherfuckers decide to make fun of my mother. I won't say anything else because it'll just piss me off again.
Oh yeah, and the doctor told her the other day she could damn well have uterian cancer. She hasn't told my dad or sisters and she won't until she's sure. So now the sole responsibility of trying to calm her down rests on me; and I'm fuckin scared. I had this horrible fucking dream the other day; it wasn't really a dream because I was awake but you know what I mean. It was basically the realization that she wasn't going to be there to see her grandkids, let alone my wedding. I always knew she wouldn't be around forever, but it looks like she'll be gone a hell of a lot earlier than