Monthly Archives: January 2015

I missed my ultrasound scheduled for Jan 29th (that I waited over a month). Too much on my mind right now.

I’m in a very weird state in my relationship with my father. Firstly, we haven’t spent this much time together in my entire life (since my parents divorced when I was 3). Ever. This amount of time together would be … Continue reading →

My father dragged himself up off the couch today, to go the Ottawa Cancer Centre to ask the doctor about the bleeding that keeps getting worse in his mouth. Besides the fact I told him there is nothing anyone can … Continue reading →

My father said he won’t lay down, flat on his back, because the bleeding inside of his mouth near the tumor is worse when he’s laying down. Instead, he dozed a few moments here and there sitting up on the … Continue reading →

My father was complaining this afternoon that there’s a lot of blood in his mouth today. It’s been getting worse the last few days he mumbled, and today was particularly bad. “What do you think this is Teddy? Do you … Continue reading →

I went to go and check up on my father, and he had a centimeter line of bloody drool from his mouth to the bottom of his chin. He thinks it’s being caused from the suction machine he got to … Continue reading →

Finding out that the N.I.H has been waiting for one vial of blood from my mother for over 2 years has completely taken the wind out of my sails. I’m shocked. This is David’s and mine only change for any … Continue reading →

I decided to also call my mother directly to talk with her about all of this, but she wasn’t home. I spoke with my half sister Brittany, who said she vividly remembers Mom getting a medical package, and her dad … Continue reading →

Text message I just to my mother. She gets the benefit of the doubt approach for one week, then it’s the I’m going to call every fucking person I know in the state of Virginia to find an attorney to … Continue reading →