Fuck you, Liver
Not my liver. My step father's.
My mom called me about an hour ago to tell me that my step father went in for a CT Scan this morning, since he's been feeling worn out and out of sorts. Also, he was under the impression he had something gravely wrong with him.
It turns out, his intuition was correct. He has a tumor in his liver. They still need to perform a biopsy and find out if it is cancerous, but they are understandably upset and worried. I feel so useless, because I want to do and say something to comfort either one of them, but I have no words.
I'm worried and sick and helpless, but know that what I feel isn't even a fraction of what either one of them must be feeling. My mom would be destroyed without him and my step father has no desire to die before he's passed 50.
Fuck.
My mom called me about an hour ago to tell me that my step father went in for a CT Scan this morning, since he's been feeling worn out and out of sorts. Also, he was under the impression he had something gravely wrong with him.
It turns out, his intuition was correct. He has a tumor in his liver. They still need to perform a biopsy and find out if it is cancerous, but they are understandably upset and worried. I feel so useless, because I want to do and say something to comfort either one of them, but I have no words.
I'm worried and sick and helpless, but know that what I feel isn't even a fraction of what either one of them must be feeling. My mom would be destroyed without him and my step father has no desire to die before he's passed 50.
Fuck.