Dropping like flies
I don't talk about my personal life on here that much, but lately I've been a little shaken up over a plague of death and illness that seems to have befallen my family.
In the span of the last year, three of my close relatives have been diagnosed with cancer, stage three or higher. My aunt got ovarian cancer in the fall of last year. Thankfully, she caught it in time to go through chemo, and the doctors say her prognosis looks good.
The same cannot be said of my uncle, who was recently diagnosed with stage four colon cancer, which was found to have also spread to his liver. He started chemo this week, but the doctors give him a few years at best. The worst part is, he has two sons, neither of which are even out of diapers. They will grow to be just old enough for it to hurt when their daddy passes away. Then they'll be stuck with their bitch of a mother, my "aunt" Pauline. An awful woman that the entire family resents.
Last night, the coolest grandfather in the universe - my Grandad Robert - passed away after an extremely painful battle with bone cancer. This one came out of left field, as we only found out he was sick about a week ago. His pride and obsession with his work kept him going for a while, but by the time he was finally admitted, they gave him two weeks at best. He was an old-fashioned British gentlemen, who owned his own shipping company in Singapore and married half his age to an Asian supermodel (no, I'm not making this up).
I haven't seen him since I was a kid, as he was deported from the US for embezzling huge amounts of money. From what the rest of the family tells me, he was a crook and an asshole. I never knew that side of him. To me, he was only ever a good grandfather. The kind that would drop everything else he was doing so he could play with you. The kind you could talk to about anything. He would call me every year on my birthday, and occasionally send me a handsome sum of money "just because".
So yeah, fuck-a-duck, everyone in my family's a goner. If that wasn't bad enough, my girlfriend Ana, has been a big pile of sick for the last four-ish months. She has severe joint pain in her legs, the worst of which is localized in her left knee. She's tired all the time, barely able to keep her eyes open throughout the day unless she's actively engaged in something. She gets nauseous at the drop of a hat. Last night, she vomited for the first time in seven years (by her recollection).
She has been to at least two specialists, and in and out of the hospital like five times. None of these hacks have been able to figure out what's wrong with her. Every time it's something different. First it was a urinary tract infection, then it was septic arthritis, then it was stomach flu, then it was anxiety. Where's House when you need him?
Despite all the medication they've prescribed her, the problems persist. Some days are better than others, but it's always something.
I'm up to my nipples in worry. I know there's no connection between her and my family, and the fact they're falling like dominoes has absolutely no relevance to her own health. But shit the bed, I feel like I'm being punished or something. Why is everyone I care about suddenly getting sick and/or dying?
I bet it has something to do with that zombie shit that's been going down lately.
Shower me with condolence and ass-patting. I need it soooo bad right now.
TL;DR
EVERYONE IS FUCKING DYING, BRO.
