FINALLY

I am so sorry.




I won't give excuses, I just suck at time managment and remembering things.


Back to life.

Ok, so its quarter 2, pulling off a B- in math, and feeling pretty good about it. B- you say??? You try that in an honors class with a japanese teacher who says that you will end up commiting suicide if you can do a problem in only one way. And then tells us to throw up in a bucket. I still like her and learn things, its just hard. but enough of that, I'm sorry I have to bring this up but I do. As you may know, in september of 2008 something terrible happened to me. My Uncle Peter died of brain cancer on a Sunday night, and it was devastating. In March that same year is when he was diagnosed. Coincidentally, it was the same evening I first created this blog, so my first post is actually the day we found out about Uncle Peter's condition. That day was one of the most terrifying, emotional, and miserable days of my life. As I was creating this very blog, I heard my mother burst into uncontrolable, unending, and earth-shattering sobs. Being as young as I was, I didn't think much of it. Until she sat me down and explained to me that my beloved uncle was gravely ill, and that we should pray for him and my cousins and aunt to conquer the cancer. April. May. June. July. August. During August is when we usually take our annual Rhode Island trip. It was a little different this time, however. We first stopped at Connecticut to stay at my aunt's house. Unkowingly, my parents had planned for us to say our goodbyes to my uncle. We went to the hospital to see my uncle, a brilliant man of great skill and intelligence, locked on a hospital bed, He was banned from consuming anything but water, and he was very much co-dependant. We hugged him with a "Get better Uncle Peter! See you!" We returned home, and not a month later did a call come to our house on a Friday afternoon. "Peter is dying" was the message. I don't remember exactly what was said, or even who called. All I remember is balling on the staircase as my babysitter consoled me, as my parents were out of town. We called them to ask if we could go see him before his inevitibal parting. "Remeber when we visited him this summer?" "Yeah.." "That was your goodbye, I'm sorry honey". That was a comfort food night. Then we get to Sunday about midnight, We gathered in my sister's room and the news hung in the air for an immeasurable amount of time until it collapsed, heaving onto all of our shoulders as we huddled together with tears flighting past our cheeks. And that was that.

Why on earth did I waste your (and my) time explaining all of this? Because tonight, it hit again. Thankfully not in my family, but my father's coworker was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Newly divorced and recently without a job, he has kids 15 and younger dealing with a rough split between parents and a father facing death. It hit home. Cancer is not a fight, its a war. We've already lost millions of battles, Uncle Peter was one of them. But we are winning them too. We need to win more battles, We need to beat cancer. Please, I would never ask for anyone to give money or anything, but I am praying for this family and the countless others struggling for each victory against this awful and life destroying disease.


I'm truly sorry posted after a long absence with such a sad post, but I found this out today and it needs to be known. I'll try to post something happier soon. Probably tomorrow.. just saying :)


laughattack