I am so sick of the "c" word, cancer. It is used a lot in my household for a very good reason. My dad has it. And so does my aunt. They have had it very a while now and I'm sick of it. I remember the very moment that it stopped being just a word and became reality. My dad was diagnosed with colon cancer July 2002 and i don't remember exactly when my aunt was diagnosed, wait, yeah i do. It was Feb or Jan of 2003. So it happened all at once. Here we are, my family, 4 years later and we are lucky to have them be with us.
It wasn't so lucky though, because my dad's cancer is terminal. It spread to his lungs and we found it Nov. 2004. Now its starting to grow and you can see how it affects my dad. Dad. Once was a strong man, now can barely walk up the stairs without collasping from lack of breath. And i don't know how my aunt is doing because she is barely talking to my mother who doesn't even seem to accept any of this. The "c" word now has become a curse in my family, always wondering when he ends up back into the hospital.
Cancer used to be just a word, something that couldn't affect me. Now, I wish for the days when my dad could be just that, dad. But now, that can't happen. Cancer is here, and unfortunatly, it's here to stay.
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