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That Dragon, Cancer

Today I hate myself.

Over the weekend I received an email from work. There was an armed assault in a mall in Kenya, and among many others the father of one of my coworkers was killed. We were informed because the media was trying to get a angle on the story, and we were given strict directions to keep our coworker's privacy and tell everyone else to kindly fuck off.

Today I find out, through an email forwarded from my stepmother that was originally sent to my aunts (why I was not on that original list of recipients, I do not know) that my father spent this weekend after his birthday in agony. He suffered stomach pains for two days, relying on pain killers from the emergency room, rather than a drug from the cancer clinic meant to treat this particular side effect of his chemo therapy. The clinic is closed on weekends. I called and messaged him but didn't get a response until the afternoon. He sounded tired, he was still in some pain but not as bad as it had been. That was a relief.

Fuck it. This isn't helping.

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donnaidh_sidhe
Sep. 24th, 2013 08:26 pm (UTC)
<3
porphyre
Sep. 28th, 2013 05:53 pm (UTC)
Oh honey. Remember that I love you. It is perhaps a small comfort, but hopefully a comfort nonetheless.
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