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Yesterday was sort of semi-shit. I went around to check on an elderly neighbour/friend-of-family (she was fine), but in chatting she says,
“I didn’t want to tell your mam, ‘cos she’ll get upset, but [redacted] has prostate cancer.”
Conversations continues. She’s worried, I tell her about treatment options. And it’s good that they caught it fast.
“Oh, and the reason that {also redacted} is stepping back from church is he has prostate cancer, your mam doesn’t know. She gets upset cos her husband died."
Funnily enough, I know.
Goes to check on my mam after seeing Auntie, and she tells me about someone else who has prostate cancer, and gets a little upset.
I’m soothing everyone, which is fine. I get that they’re upset.
But why does no one get that my DAD died of prostate cancer, and I fucking miss him every day.
Fuck cancer.
“I didn’t want to tell your mam, ‘cos she’ll get upset, but [redacted] has prostate cancer.”
Conversations continues. She’s worried, I tell her about treatment options. And it’s good that they caught it fast.
“Oh, and the reason that {also redacted} is stepping back from church is he has prostate cancer, your mam doesn’t know. She gets upset cos her husband died."
Funnily enough, I know.
Goes to check on my mam after seeing Auntie, and she tells me about someone else who has prostate cancer, and gets a little upset.
I’m soothing everyone, which is fine. I get that they’re upset.
But why does no one get that my DAD died of prostate cancer, and I fucking miss him every day.
Fuck cancer.