Does one know how lonely it is to "think positive thoughts" about a dying father? I'm not talking about the father that smokes a pack a day, or the one that has diabetes or the one that has an increased risk of electrocution because of his love of arboring. I'm talking about brain cancer. And just so anyone isn't confused..........and doesn't ask the imbecile question "well, is it a tumor or is it cancer?" Jesus Christ, you mother fuckers. That's like asking a stranger if they are pregnant, when clearly they are just 300 pound stress eaters clearing out the Ben & Jerry's "mini pints" to make it appear they don't eat 7 at a time.
So, please, think before you say something rancid and fucked up like "I hope your dad gets better". Because he won't, he has brain CANCER. This ain't no mamsy pamsy breast cancer or skin cancer scare. Not to discard anyone else's cancer issues. So, let us all take a deep breath and shoot ourselves.
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