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The past few days have been insanity. I'm going to cut away, because it's a lot of drama I'm not sure people want to read about, but stuff that I need to write out.
Right. So on Monday, my friend's mom was diagnosed with colon cancer. Well, they assume it's colon cancer, but they did surgery yesterday, and they're not 100% sure it's actually cancer. But in any case, it's serious.
A little girl at the dance studio's mom has cancer, too. I think it started out in her bone, then it moved to her lungs, and I've lost track of where exactly it is anymore. At this point, she is not in a good way. She can't do anything on her own. It is the saddest thing to see. Her kids are 14ish and 10, and we don't exactly know what will happen to them if anything happened to their mom. Would we see them again? Would they be properly taken care of? Their dad is probably a great person, but he hasn't been the most supportive person for their mom through her sickness, so we worry about these kids.
Anyway, thinking about all these kids and their sick parents freaks me out, and I think rightfully so. My dad smokes and has smoked for years and years and years. He stopped when I was little for about eight years, but when my parents got divorced, he started back up again. I hate the fact that he smokes, because it scares the hell out of me. I really really don't want anything to happen to him.
Well, for years and years I've always said I would try to do something to get him to quit, but I never worked up the nerve to actually do anything about it. I've always been a little afraid he would get really offended if I asked him to stop, so I just never actually did it. But with finding out about my friend's mom and that little girl's mom, I worked up the nerve on Tuesday. Basically, I just asked him if he would do it for me. And he said he would, and that he was actually glad I cared enough to ask him to quit. So he's going to try and quit, and I feel like a million pounds have been lifted off my shoulders.
Yes, so this week so far = ;lasjgslag;lajewz.
Right. So on Monday, my friend's mom was diagnosed with colon cancer. Well, they assume it's colon cancer, but they did surgery yesterday, and they're not 100% sure it's actually cancer. But in any case, it's serious.
A little girl at the dance studio's mom has cancer, too. I think it started out in her bone, then it moved to her lungs, and I've lost track of where exactly it is anymore. At this point, she is not in a good way. She can't do anything on her own. It is the saddest thing to see. Her kids are 14ish and 10, and we don't exactly know what will happen to them if anything happened to their mom. Would we see them again? Would they be properly taken care of? Their dad is probably a great person, but he hasn't been the most supportive person for their mom through her sickness, so we worry about these kids.
Anyway, thinking about all these kids and their sick parents freaks me out, and I think rightfully so. My dad smokes and has smoked for years and years and years. He stopped when I was little for about eight years, but when my parents got divorced, he started back up again. I hate the fact that he smokes, because it scares the hell out of me. I really really don't want anything to happen to him.
Well, for years and years I've always said I would try to do something to get him to quit, but I never worked up the nerve to actually do anything about it. I've always been a little afraid he would get really offended if I asked him to stop, so I just never actually did it. But with finding out about my friend's mom and that little girl's mom, I worked up the nerve on Tuesday. Basically, I just asked him if he would do it for me. And he said he would, and that he was actually glad I cared enough to ask him to quit. So he's going to try and quit, and I feel like a million pounds have been lifted off my shoulders.
Yes, so this week so far = ;lasjgslag;lajewz.