It’s hard to imagine that this time last year that everything was fine. I was enjoying being at school, excited about what the semester held for me.

And then … 

I still won’t forget the night we found out. Dad and Mom sat us all down and said that we needed to talk. I had no idea what was about to happen. I thought it was just going to be that Dad had lost his job again. Or that something had happened to one of our extended family members or something.

And then …

Cancer.

It’s cliché, but time literally stopped. I don’t remember much of what happened next. I just started staring at the floor. The girls started crying. I tired to stay strong. 

I became numb. And angry. I’m still feel both of those emotions more than I’m willing to admit.

But nothing in the world can prepare you for that news. Nothing ever will.

So. As I think back to where I was a year ago, my memories without pain are slowly starting to fade.

And it sucks. Beyond belief and comprehension.

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