Christmas Eve 2007: My mom passes away.
My Birthday 2008: I deal with pneumonia and a chemistry quiz.
Fourth of July Eve 2008: My brother is diagnosed with bone cancer.
Halloween 2008: We find out the chemo isn't working, his chance of survival plummets to 15%.
Not only do I have to deal with this shit, but I have to do it on days I'm supposed to be happy.
I am so fucking scared of Thanksgiving.
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Oh man, I'm so sorry.
:(
Goddamit...
no words. just too shitty.
I'm sorry. *Hug*
I want you to remember that you're not alone. You are loved.
Though you're called upon to provide support and care to others, remember not to punish yourself for your own relative well-being. You need care and support too.
Any time you want to talk, just call.
If I was a pray-er, you and yours would have them all.
more hugs from me <3
I'm sorry.
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