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My Uncle Bob has 3-6 months left to live. I am devastated. After nearly 2.5 years battling Multiple Myeloma, he is wearing down so fast. He made it all the way to a 'remission' but then out of no where, it came back worse than ever. I don't get to see him because he lives in Florida. Growing up we would see him at Christmas when he and my aunt Becky would come home to Louisville. We'd get cards and gifts on our birthdays and phone calls and emails. They were our second set of parents. They didn't have their own kids so they treated me and my siblings like we were their own. I love them like they are my parents and now I'm going to lose one and I am so mad. I am so goddamn fucking mad. It isn't fair. He's so young. He's my dad's little brother. It isn't fucking fair. My family has already been through enough. We've had enough. I don't want to lose him. He's fought for so long and so hard. I want him to be at my wedding. In 8 months, I want him to be there. To watch me and Bryan get married. I want to dance with him. I want him in my pictures. I don't want him to be in the part of my program where we remember our loved ones whom we've lost. HE DOESN'T FUCKING BELONG THERE. It's not fair. None of this is fair. How can I turn back time so that none of this ever happened?