Fuck cancer

About six weeks ago, my dad had a growth removed from his mouth. He was really worried it was cancer but after two weeks of no news from the pathologist, the doctor reassured him by saying: ” no news is good news.” I was ( obviously) very relieved. This was at the same time that I found out my aunt was diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic breast cancer with a terrible prognosis. I remember feeling so grateful my dad was ok and feeling terrible for her and her family.

It turns out my dad does have cancer. The first pathology report came back negative but the doctor didn’t like something and sent it back. It’s cancer of the sinuses which is ( from what I have read) very rare and hard to find. He had a pet scan today and we will know more Saturday or Monday. I made the stupid mistake of googling the symptoms and prognosis and it scared the crap out of me. Now, all I can do is wait and hope super hard everything will be ok-something my ” doer” brain finds impossible. I also got the news yesterday that my uncle ( my dad’s older brother) also has cancer. When it rains it pours-Fuck cancer!