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I am currently in North Carolina, sitting in my parents' bonus room watching Beauty and the Beast. I really like it when people spontaneously burst into song.
My cousins, aunt and uncle left earlier today. It was a reunion, of sorts, though the reason for the get-together was very sad. Recently, my uncle was diagnosed with esophageal cancer and the outlook the doctor gave was very, very grim. When I found out, I started crying and couldn't stop for a long time. I felt devastated. I think it was a combination of things. I felt helpless, stuck clear across the country from my family. It made me wonder how I would react if something like this had happened to my parents. I hated the thought of being so far from them, if something were to happen. And I could hear how torn up my father was. It's never a good feeling to hear your own parents crying.
Everything is a lot better now, though. They've started doing research and there is hope that it's not as grim as the doctor first thought. And it's served as a wake-up call of sorts to my parents, who were never into proactive checkups. I hope only good comes of this. I hope my uncle gets better. He can't really eat and he is so thin now. I feel like I am firmly entrenched in denial now. He will get better because he HAS to get better, no other option. I can't imagine any other outcome at this point.
So, that is why I am in North Carolina now. I haven't seen my cousin in a couple of years, at least, so it was nice to see them, though we've never been particularly close so conversation sometimes became stilted. And it's always nice to see my parents and be back in North Carolina.
My cousins, aunt and uncle left earlier today. It was a reunion, of sorts, though the reason for the get-together was very sad. Recently, my uncle was diagnosed with esophageal cancer and the outlook the doctor gave was very, very grim. When I found out, I started crying and couldn't stop for a long time. I felt devastated. I think it was a combination of things. I felt helpless, stuck clear across the country from my family. It made me wonder how I would react if something like this had happened to my parents. I hated the thought of being so far from them, if something were to happen. And I could hear how torn up my father was. It's never a good feeling to hear your own parents crying.
Everything is a lot better now, though. They've started doing research and there is hope that it's not as grim as the doctor first thought. And it's served as a wake-up call of sorts to my parents, who were never into proactive checkups. I hope only good comes of this. I hope my uncle gets better. He can't really eat and he is so thin now. I feel like I am firmly entrenched in denial now. He will get better because he HAS to get better, no other option. I can't imagine any other outcome at this point.
So, that is why I am in North Carolina now. I haven't seen my cousin in a couple of years, at least, so it was nice to see them, though we've never been particularly close so conversation sometimes became stilted. And it's always nice to see my parents and be back in North Carolina.