Mom: you sound off, are you ok?
Me: I’m fine. Just tired. The heat is sapping my energy
Mom: Drink lots of water
(The solution to most problems…)
Me: (i hate water) okk…so I’m thinking what to do for my birthday…
Mom: are you 43 this year?
Me: um no…45…
Me: (you gave birth to me!) yes mom…45…
The day I heard my dad had cancer was the same day I completed my final presentation of my 3 year Textile Technology diploma. I remember coming out of the presentation feeling relieved and grateful that the journey was over and I was able to get back to a semi-normal life without working and studying 18hrs a day. I knew my dad was expecting his test results but after 2 years of a negative cancer result I wasn’t too worried. When I was told that it was cancer and the 2 years of back and forward doctor visits were just a delay in treatment I felt angry, then relieved we had a proper diagnosis and then just assumed any treatment would work. My dad was my superhero. Nothing could happen to him. Read the rest of this entry