Silence is Golden >>> Mouth Cancer's Silence
[mood| 
depressed]
[music| "Leeca" - Gackt]
"Mashuganah!"
Was that really my name?
Or...
"You big lizard!"
When I was a little prat and would lick his cheek? Haha,that's hilarious! Not.
Despite the moodiness, and the typical rebellion of teenage years against their -- our -- parents, there is still love. And we search out things to hold against them, things to be peeved at them about; O, the melodrama. But then we always regret it.
I know this firsthand from my mother.
But you'd think I'd've learned by now.
I know you all did not know this. My father is sick. He has been since November. They discovered mouth cancer in his tongue and throat. He had a surgery, and they removed the tumor. He underwent radiation therapy to kill it off. It hurt him so bad. He finished it up two weeks ago, last time I talked to him.
I got this e-mail from his pal Peter earlier tonight. An excerpt:
"Hi, Allison:
Not having been able to reach Alan by phone for the past 8 days, I called his landlord (who lives in the house next door). He informed me that he's been in the VA hospital for the past ten days. It seems that some blood clots had formed in his throat area...which were successfully removed. Unfortunately, it seems that another clot has reformed in the same area. So...he's being kept there under observation until they determine exactly what's going on and how to treat it."
Why me?
I wrote him a letter, with much snot. harhar And I will probably be going to see him tomorrow at the VA Hospital. (It's for veterans. He served three years.)
Even though I negate him, I love my dad. If he dies on me, my entire life with my mother, everything before *her* death, will be lost forever in my eyes. I'll be a legal orphan. My mum is dead. My dad's dying. If he dies... she's dead... Ooo... I don't know what I'll do. I'll die on the inside, maybe. I can't believe it.
This is happening all over again....!
((Everyone; Go hug your parents right now and tell them that you love them.))
depressed]
[music| "Leeca" - Gackt]
"Mashuganah!"
Was that really my name?
Or...
"You big lizard!"
When I was a little prat and would lick his cheek? Haha,that's hilarious! Not.
Despite the moodiness, and the typical rebellion of teenage years against their -- our -- parents, there is still love. And we search out things to hold against them, things to be peeved at them about; O, the melodrama. But then we always regret it.
I know this firsthand from my mother.
But you'd think I'd've learned by now.
I know you all did not know this. My father is sick. He has been since November. They discovered mouth cancer in his tongue and throat. He had a surgery, and they removed the tumor. He underwent radiation therapy to kill it off. It hurt him so bad. He finished it up two weeks ago, last time I talked to him.
I got this e-mail from his pal Peter earlier tonight. An excerpt:
"Hi, Allison:
Not having been able to reach Alan by phone for the past 8 days, I called his landlord (who lives in the house next door). He informed me that he's been in the VA hospital for the past ten days. It seems that some blood clots had formed in his throat area...which were successfully removed. Unfortunately, it seems that another clot has reformed in the same area. So...he's being kept there under observation until they determine exactly what's going on and how to treat it."
Why me?
I wrote him a letter, with much snot. harhar And I will probably be going to see him tomorrow at the VA Hospital. (It's for veterans. He served three years.)
Even though I negate him, I love my dad. If he dies on me, my entire life with my mother, everything before *her* death, will be lost forever in my eyes. I'll be a legal orphan. My mum is dead. My dad's dying. If he dies... she's dead... Ooo... I don't know what I'll do. I'll die on the inside, maybe. I can't believe it.
This is happening all over again....!
((Everyone; Go hug your parents right now and tell them that you love them.))