It had been a very long day for my dad, step-mom and myself so they kissed and hugged me and set off for home. As I lay there in this huge private room on the oncology floor, I tried to quiet my mind which, on my best day is impossible, and get some rest. My phone chirped. It was a text message from my mom. The message read "if everything goes south I want you to know that I will be there for you and take you to all your treatments".
This was NOT comforting to me in the slightest. This did NOT make me happy OR all warm and fuzzy. Instead, what it did, was piss me off. Yep. Pissed. Me. Right. Off.
My mother, my sister and one of my two brothers had taken it upon themselves to plan out a part of my life that nobody — including me — knew which way it was going to go. I just couldn't wrap my brain cells around this.
They already had me convalescing at my mothers house on the other side of the state and when I told her I would be staying at dad's place not very far from the hospital you would have thought I robbed her or something. There was only ONE thing I was absolutely certain of — the less time I spent in a car, the better.
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