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