It doesn't get much worse than this...
My father is not doing good. We as a family are working out schedules to help take care of him together, as my stepmother who is right now shouldering most of the work is basically having a breakdown. He's on a chemotherapy drug called Tarceva that was supposed to slow down his cancer, but to little avail. His only hope now is the Paw-Paw extract that I found out about with the help of my mother and the internet. If not, then my job as a loyal, loving son is to help make the rest of his life comfortable, and filled with good times and friends and family.
I just can't deal with this shit. Why is my father being ripped away from me so early in both of our lives? The way things are going, and if the Paw-Paw doesn't help, he probably won't see me get married, have kids, even get my bachelor's from college. I just want him to be present in my life, in my journey to become a productive person with a family on this Earth.
He took care of himself. He was in great health, better physical shape than I ever was, ate right, didn't smoke, didn't drink in excess, didn't do anything harmful to himself. He worked to get himself in prime shape because heart problems run in the paternal side of my family, and most of the Bellia men died in their fortys due to heart problems. Well, he got pass that, and now this fucking cancer, which usually occurs in men a decade or more older than he is, is taking him from me a day at a time. He's just gradually wasting away.
I would wish this on no person, no matter how terrible.
I just can't deal with this shit. Why is my father being ripped away from me so early in both of our lives? The way things are going, and if the Paw-Paw doesn't help, he probably won't see me get married, have kids, even get my bachelor's from college. I just want him to be present in my life, in my journey to become a productive person with a family on this Earth.
He took care of himself. He was in great health, better physical shape than I ever was, ate right, didn't smoke, didn't drink in excess, didn't do anything harmful to himself. He worked to get himself in prime shape because heart problems run in the paternal side of my family, and most of the Bellia men died in their fortys due to heart problems. Well, he got pass that, and now this fucking cancer, which usually occurs in men a decade or more older than he is, is taking him from me a day at a time. He's just gradually wasting away.
I would wish this on no person, no matter how terrible.