it’s not the who or the what that is lasting but how you fight that is the fight the only mark that will not leave you and i will feel my heart drum its final beat if it meant that i have given this my all there’s nothing left for me to believe in
I won’t lie, the last few weeks have been rough. My car’s been stolen, we had our building blitz at work, the girl I was interested in up and got a boyfriend, and…well, other things.


Here’s the deal. My grandmother is sick. Really sick. It started out as some sort of mysterious ailment that had her losing weight and being tired. The brothers and sister (mom) Conopask rallied up to Bristol, CT to help. It soon was apparent that her body was just not working. Then it was pneumonia. Then it was possible early stage cancer with developing dementia. Then today we got the results of the biopsy back.

The cancer is everywhere. I’m not clear on the specifics, but Dad mentioned Pancreas, abdominal lining, and backbone.

I don’t really know what else to say. Everything else pales in comparison.

Let’s all just hope for the best.

justinª