Sometimes we have to show ourselves that, no matter how jaded we may be, we are still subject to pain and we are vulnerable creatures...,
Dad's bone scan came back (stage IV cancer). Despite our dysfunction, I am very close to my family and I am not willing to accept his death in the near future. This was at the beginning. Now I prefer the hazy state of denial. I am not prescribed fentanyl like my dad, but my head has a way of bring able to mask this pain.
U N R E A L I T Y.