Regular readers, both fans and trolls, have probably noticed a slight increase in my anger in the comments. Well, this is the main reason why.
Father dropped out of college (English major) to get a job so he could get married. His stepfather got him a good paying job at the local DuPont chemical plant as a pipefitter. He busted his ass there for 37 years, working amongst some of the vilest substances known by/created by man. He retired with the strongest hands you could imagine, and asbestosis of the lungs.
The fact that my dad started distance running in 1968, and was still doing it when he retired at 60, saved his life. At 70, he couldn't run anymore, but he could still workout on an elliptical and kayak faster and longer than you or me. He had—it looked like—beaten the asbestosis.
Two months ago, after suffering through months of debilitating back and rib pain, he was diagnosed with third stage multiple myeloma. It is incurable. He may have six months, or six years, depending on his response to treatment.
I was so angry when hearing the bad news, I wanted to beat the shit out of somebody; the back doctor who missed the lesions on his spine in an x-ray six months ago; the CEO of DuPont (Although doctors don't know the cause of this cancer, I am 100% sure it has something to do with his time working in that fucking chemical hell.); asshole commenters.
Why am I posting this here? I needed to write about it, in public. I'm an atheist, but my mom is a devout Methodist. I've been praying through her for a miracle for my father. He does not deserve this. She does not deserve this.
To the couple of you who, for whatever reason, hate every word I type, I'm sorry for being such a jerk. I will post every one of your comments from now on. Do your worst. I have bigger worries.