Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!
I can be a strong shoulder to cry on, I can be the support for the family, I can be as strong and solid and stoic as I need to be, but for fuck's sake, don't spring shit on me with NO preparation and expect me to be your fucking support!
God, I'm hyperventilating, and my hands are shaking so badly I can barely type. Kaleb, my nephew who's going to be a year old at the end of this month, has apparently been losing weight - lots of it. Five pounds in seven weeks. Nine ounces in just five days. They're testing him for leukemia on Monday.
And this is the first I've heard of it. Erik doesn't know yet, and calling him and giving him this news while he's working isn't the best of ideas.
Oh, and that was only the first piece of bad news in that lovely little phone call. And, of course, I have to be all supportive and upbeat and hopeful because my mother-in-law is a quivering mess on the other end of the phone.
I hate having to be the strong one, sometimes.
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machine_dove at 08:59am on 06/02/2004