I posted this on both dA, Facebook, and my other journal, so I'm sorry for flooding, but I think it's very important that everyone knows.
I also apologize for not using a cut, but I don't feel like enough people follow them.
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Yesterday, I found out my dad has cancer.
I really don't know what to think, but I think it's important everyone knows.
...My mom wanted to keep it from me, but dad called me and Josh into the living room and tearfully recounted his trip to the doctor and burst into tears when he said the words I was expecting by that point - he had cancer.
I've never seen my dad cry before. And he wasn't crying because he was worried about himself - he was worried about us. Josh started tearing up, and I just sat there, kind of stunned, and grew relieved as he told us that it was in its early stages, and very treatable, and he would probably pull through without any problem.
Words like "cancer" don't scare me when there's nothing to be scared of.
So I didn't cry. I didn't worry. I didn't think about how unfair it was or how much it sucked. I nodded along, sipped my Dew, and continued to be stunned.
But what got me was seeing my Dad and brother like that just did it...
I don't want my family to worry, be stressed, or cry. I'm the weak child, and now I have to take care of everyone. It's a lot scarier than cancer, for both me and my dad. And my dad? ...I'm not even worried about the cancer part. He and mom and Josh and everyone... I don't want them to be stressed and in pain. I don't want him to worry about me. I want to take care of them but I have no idea how.
And I want to know how. But when you need things the most, it comes up before you can be prepared. You always hope you won't have to prepare. You hope it won't take cancer to make you want to take care of your family.
I'm fine, and I've already gotten so much sympathy. Maybe I'm strong, and maybe I'm insensitive for not really needing it and treating this like something mundane, but I don't need it - sympathy or anything. My mom, brothers, sister, father, and all of my family do.
I feel bad for so much... Everything from not picking my stuff up to wanting to kill my mom for wanting to keep this from me.
But that doesn't matter. Only path I follow leads straight forward. And me and dad are optimistic about it. He has almost a full chance of recovery. Time will tell for sure, but why spend that time moping around? It's all the more reason to live it up right now, and dad realizes that. I really want to live, myself. So I am.
Because cancer, stress, worry, and all that shit can just eat the rainbows I continue to piss.
...I hope that makes it into an encyclopedia of quotes someday.
...And if ANYONE worries about me, stresses over me, or gives me sympathy that my mom and family deserve far more than me, I reserve the right to kick your ass.
...But I love ya guys.
-Cat
I also apologize for not using a cut, but I don't feel like enough people follow them.
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Yesterday, I found out my dad has cancer.
I really don't know what to think, but I think it's important everyone knows.
...My mom wanted to keep it from me, but dad called me and Josh into the living room and tearfully recounted his trip to the doctor and burst into tears when he said the words I was expecting by that point - he had cancer.
I've never seen my dad cry before. And he wasn't crying because he was worried about himself - he was worried about us. Josh started tearing up, and I just sat there, kind of stunned, and grew relieved as he told us that it was in its early stages, and very treatable, and he would probably pull through without any problem.
Words like "cancer" don't scare me when there's nothing to be scared of.
So I didn't cry. I didn't worry. I didn't think about how unfair it was or how much it sucked. I nodded along, sipped my Dew, and continued to be stunned.
But what got me was seeing my Dad and brother like that just did it...
I don't want my family to worry, be stressed, or cry. I'm the weak child, and now I have to take care of everyone. It's a lot scarier than cancer, for both me and my dad. And my dad? ...I'm not even worried about the cancer part. He and mom and Josh and everyone... I don't want them to be stressed and in pain. I don't want him to worry about me. I want to take care of them but I have no idea how.
And I want to know how. But when you need things the most, it comes up before you can be prepared. You always hope you won't have to prepare. You hope it won't take cancer to make you want to take care of your family.
I'm fine, and I've already gotten so much sympathy. Maybe I'm strong, and maybe I'm insensitive for not really needing it and treating this like something mundane, but I don't need it - sympathy or anything. My mom, brothers, sister, father, and all of my family do.
I feel bad for so much... Everything from not picking my stuff up to wanting to kill my mom for wanting to keep this from me.
But that doesn't matter. Only path I follow leads straight forward. And me and dad are optimistic about it. He has almost a full chance of recovery. Time will tell for sure, but why spend that time moping around? It's all the more reason to live it up right now, and dad realizes that. I really want to live, myself. So I am.
Because cancer, stress, worry, and all that shit can just eat the rainbows I continue to piss.
...I hope that makes it into an encyclopedia of quotes someday.
...And if ANYONE worries about me, stresses over me, or gives me sympathy that my mom and family deserve far more than me, I reserve the right to kick your ass.
...But I love ya guys.
-Cat
Eat my stardust









