We all remember that day when we learned what cancer was, but my
parents in particular did excruciatingly well telling me that half of my mom's side of the family had cancer and that they were going to eventually die. In fact, I think she first told
us(me and my
brother), at the ripe age of 4 and 2, that our
grandma had stage 3 breast cancer and was going to die. She didn't even tell us what cancer was, for fuck's sake. And the consequence of that was me going on for another 8 years thinking cancer was instant
death and that different parts of your body could get it.... Like, what the fuck? And then turns out my Grandpa had prostate cancer, so that was fun, but not as lethal. Another one of my great-uncles had ball cancer AND lung cancer. I can only pray that I don't share any of their fates, but I think one of the reasons she escaped it was because she went to med
school. Definitely not me, so I can only hope.
Mother: Son, your
grandma is going to die.
Son, crying: What?! Why??
Mother, in a perfectly calm face like this happens to her all the
time: Cancer.
Son, noticing her lack of caring: Fuck you. Goodnight forever.
results of when your
parents explain to you what cancer is