I just came back from spending the weekend in Valencia with my parents, my sister and her husband. My mum was still feeling quite crappy on Friday (she had her chemo last Monday) and my dad puked in the sink today after a really bad case of vertigo (hopefully he will get better for tomorrow because he has his chemo in the afternoon), so it’s been a not-so-nice weekend.
Considering that in the span of eight months we’ve gone from all being ok to my dad being diagnosed with colon cancer, my mum with lung cancer, and my sister losing her baby when barely one-month pregnant (and I’m not even going to get into the financial and other kind of problems we’re having), I can’t help the feeling of being on edge all the time waiting for the next bad thing to happen.
I really really hope life gives us a break. =/