My uncle Allen is in the hospital. The chemotherapy from his cancer treatment backfired on him, and his liver shut down. Or something. I couldn't really understand a lot of what my dad was saying, aside from the bit about his liver. He's dying.
This was the wake-up call I got this afternoon. My dad is heading to Washington state, his brother is in the hospital, and he is dying. The one relative left my father is close to. He's dying. Son of a bitch. I'm worried, I'm going to remain worried. And the selfish thought in the back of my head? I know who's next.
Gah.
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