Warning: This post contains foul language without humor.
I am writing this in the Vancouver airport as I wait for my connecting flight. My youngest brother is in the hospital. This morning I got the call to come home to see him. Cancer is kicking his ass. He just turned 29.
I am going home to be the ‘strong one’ for my parents and my brother’s wife. My other brother will be coming home, hopefully the same day I fly back to my own little family, to take over the position of the ‘strong one.’
There is still time for a miracle but it’s not looking good. I may be back in this airport in another few weeks on the way to a funeral.
Fuck you cancer.