It amazes me how quickly I can go from feeling like the average 34 yr old to feeling like I'm 12 again.
Tomorrow, my father leaves for Moncton for the first of four weeks of daily radiation. I'm missing him already. To top it off, my mother is going with him tomorrow, for the week. I miss her already, too.
The idea of both my parents being away makes me feel surprisingly insecure. I lived away from them for eight years. The exact distance that they'll be from me while they're away, yet it feels impossible to me that I'll survive a week without them.
Over the last 11 months, since moving home, they've been such a support system for me. It makes me uneasy to think that I'll be without them. I'm so used to talking to at least one, if not both of them daily. It'll be weird to not be able to do that.
Then there's the whole issue that my Daddy is going to Moncton for radiation. I had been putting this out of my mind. I don't like thinking about the reality of it.
It still makes me angry that he has to deal with that at all. I worry about him, too.
This whole situation stinks.
Fuck you, cancer.
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