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When it rains it POURS!
brief recap of my last month and a half:
So, as most of you know i had just recently lost my father to cancer, right? Anyways, during his last brain surgery (about 1.2 months ago) when we were all in the waiting room at UCSF my uncle gets a call from his sons youth counseler. He tells my uncle that his son (22) tried to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge...well, 50ft wasn't high enough and the concrete didn't finish him off....he is now and will forever be a pile of broken bones and flesh. Strangely enough he had little head trauma and now can enjoy the life of a, well....pretty much a vegetable.
Two weeks after that my sister moves into my dads house to be with him during his last days...she was there about two weeks and her husband of six years served her divorce papers. The cowardess fuck did it while she was taking care of her dying father, can you believe that shit?
A week after that my dad dies....nuff said
a week after that my sis returns home to get her things and finds that her x has moved in another woman and her family and says that she isn't entitled to anything in the house...well, its all her stuff bc the guy is scummy bum...end result, my sis goes to jail for accidentally scratching him as he kept her from coming inside a house....total bs
So now currently up until last night:
My dads funeral is this saturday, my sis called her 21 year old son (Brian, in Oregon) and told him, he arrived at my moms with his wife, their 6 month old son and his mother in law. An hour later he starts profusely puking...and hour into that he is in th emergency room, unconcious and eyes in the back of his head.....he contracted Spinal bacterial memengitis and will probably not live through tonight. If thats not enough they cannot administer the proper antibiotics to his wife or his son. His wife is prego and the kid is too young...they are in ICU, awaiting the outcome wich, the way things are going, probably wont be good.
Sorry to pour this depressing shit on you guys but you have no idea how much it helped me cope just by writing it....
So, as most of you know i had just recently lost my father to cancer, right? Anyways, during his last brain surgery (about 1.2 months ago) when we were all in the waiting room at UCSF my uncle gets a call from his sons youth counseler. He tells my uncle that his son (22) tried to commit suicide by jumping off a bridge...well, 50ft wasn't high enough and the concrete didn't finish him off....he is now and will forever be a pile of broken bones and flesh. Strangely enough he had little head trauma and now can enjoy the life of a, well....pretty much a vegetable.
Two weeks after that my sister moves into my dads house to be with him during his last days...she was there about two weeks and her husband of six years served her divorce papers. The cowardess fuck did it while she was taking care of her dying father, can you believe that shit?
A week after that my dad dies....nuff said
a week after that my sis returns home to get her things and finds that her x has moved in another woman and her family and says that she isn't entitled to anything in the house...well, its all her stuff bc the guy is scummy bum...end result, my sis goes to jail for accidentally scratching him as he kept her from coming inside a house....total bs
So now currently up until last night:
My dads funeral is this saturday, my sis called her 21 year old son (Brian, in Oregon) and told him, he arrived at my moms with his wife, their 6 month old son and his mother in law. An hour later he starts profusely puking...and hour into that he is in th emergency room, unconcious and eyes in the back of his head.....he contracted Spinal bacterial memengitis and will probably not live through tonight. If thats not enough they cannot administer the proper antibiotics to his wife or his son. His wife is prego and the kid is too young...they are in ICU, awaiting the outcome wich, the way things are going, probably wont be good.
Sorry to pour this depressing shit on you guys but you have no idea how much it helped me cope just by writing it....
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