Life Sucks
Life Sucks...
Why do good people get screwed over? Why do people have to die?
I just found out a few hours ago that my Grandfather has lukemia. Not just the treatable kind, like they thought that he had a few days ago, but a really, really aggressive kind on top of the treatable kind. And they gave him the option of either doing nothing, and basically having only two to four weeks to live, or to try chemo and maybe die in the first treatment, because the dosage that they would have to use on him is so lethal that it could possibly stop his heart, which has two weak valves.
A few weeks ago my life was perfect. I had this great family, great friends, school was going really good, and now, a huge part of my world is falling apart and I'm powerless to stop it.
My extended family, aunts and uncles, are acting like assholes. They're running around, trying to 'get their share' of whatever it is that they think he has. But I don't get it, my Grandma, his wife, is still alive and kicking. And he's not dead yet.
And my Aunt Jean, the alchoholic, is going around telling my Mom that 'she's been good to her family.' What the hell? My Mom has been a member of the clan for over 25 years, and my aunt has been in Florida for like twenty. Where does she get off? When I heard that, I wanted to smack her.
I've spent most of today crying. It sucks. Life sucks. I have been praying nonstop that he can stay with us until Christmas. I need him to stay with us until Christmas. I'm not ready to let go yet. But then, I don't think I'll ever be ready to let go of him.
And a thought popped into my head when I was talking to my baby sis. I had chapter seven of The Last open and she was reading it. And all I could think was, when I decided to make Mollie's mom die of cancer, I never, ever thought that I would have any first hand knowledge of how that feels. I never wanted to know how it felt. And I don't wish it on anyone. It sucks major. I can't even begin to put in to words how much that this sucks.
I'm not working tomorrow, Nicole is thankfully taking my shift. She, Richard and Noreen are the only ones who know about this there. I' m so grateful that I have them, and PJ and Matty Matt and Becca. If I didn't have them, I honestly don't know what I would do. My fellow prisioners are like another family to me. They have been so good through this whole ordeal, when we didn't know what was wrong with him, and now that we do, I know that they'll circle the wagons and help me through this. Cuz that's the kind of people that I work with. We all love each other, and would do just about anything for one another. Even PJ, I might not like all the stuff that he does, but I love him.
I just wish that I didn't have to go through this.
Katherine
Why do good people get screwed over? Why do people have to die?
I just found out a few hours ago that my Grandfather has lukemia. Not just the treatable kind, like they thought that he had a few days ago, but a really, really aggressive kind on top of the treatable kind. And they gave him the option of either doing nothing, and basically having only two to four weeks to live, or to try chemo and maybe die in the first treatment, because the dosage that they would have to use on him is so lethal that it could possibly stop his heart, which has two weak valves.
A few weeks ago my life was perfect. I had this great family, great friends, school was going really good, and now, a huge part of my world is falling apart and I'm powerless to stop it.
My extended family, aunts and uncles, are acting like assholes. They're running around, trying to 'get their share' of whatever it is that they think he has. But I don't get it, my Grandma, his wife, is still alive and kicking. And he's not dead yet.
And my Aunt Jean, the alchoholic, is going around telling my Mom that 'she's been good to her family.' What the hell? My Mom has been a member of the clan for over 25 years, and my aunt has been in Florida for like twenty. Where does she get off? When I heard that, I wanted to smack her.
I've spent most of today crying. It sucks. Life sucks. I have been praying nonstop that he can stay with us until Christmas. I need him to stay with us until Christmas. I'm not ready to let go yet. But then, I don't think I'll ever be ready to let go of him.
And a thought popped into my head when I was talking to my baby sis. I had chapter seven of The Last open and she was reading it. And all I could think was, when I decided to make Mollie's mom die of cancer, I never, ever thought that I would have any first hand knowledge of how that feels. I never wanted to know how it felt. And I don't wish it on anyone. It sucks major. I can't even begin to put in to words how much that this sucks.
I'm not working tomorrow, Nicole is thankfully taking my shift. She, Richard and Noreen are the only ones who know about this there. I' m so grateful that I have them, and PJ and Matty Matt and Becca. If I didn't have them, I honestly don't know what I would do. My fellow prisioners are like another family to me. They have been so good through this whole ordeal, when we didn't know what was wrong with him, and now that we do, I know that they'll circle the wagons and help me through this. Cuz that's the kind of people that I work with. We all love each other, and would do just about anything for one another. Even PJ, I might not like all the stuff that he does, but I love him.
I just wish that I didn't have to go through this.
Katherine
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