It's only fitting I start out the cancer unit in nursing with someone close to me getting diagnosed terminally. Today of all days. The same day I had to joke through some tears while I held K's hand as he received his last infusion of intrathecal chemo.
Yo kid that cerebrospinal fluid looks good.
I'd rather be playing video games.
Me fucking too.
I woke up thinking my hangover was going to be the hardest part of getting through the day. I'm just going to stop answering my phone. I never get bad news in texts. 2012 is definitely the worst year of my life, but it's going to be a lot worse for L. What would you do if you had 1-3 months to live and further contemplation to follow.