Just too long
This week has been too long. Just too long. I haven’t looked forward to a weekend this much in a long long time. To add to that, I couldn’t get into wordpress today. Really people!!! I need my blog. Stress relieve and all of that.
Moving right along, please do proceed with caution. Age restriction 13 – Strong language and violence. Specifically if you are a smoker, I’d advice you to brace yourself or hit the X in the top right corner.
My mom’s sister (who is also my godmother) is in hospital. She has been fighting cancer for as long as I can remember. Every time beating the odds. Pulling herself from the depths of illness. Where even the doctors have given up. One of the times she had been given a 30 % chance to live for a maximum of 5 years. That was 11 years ago. Granted she has not been in the best of health but she wants to live. She has been giving it her all to live.
I do know that cancer can hit anyone. I’m completely aware of it. However I’m pretty confident that her cancer is caused by smoking. She has never smoked but she has been a passive smoker for years and years.
The f-king idiot that she is married to Her husband smokes. For years and years he smoked in the house. In their bedroom. Not a pack-a-day kind either. Chain smoker. Camel cigarettes smoker. Even after she has been diagnosed with lung cancer, he didn’t stop. HE DIDN’T STOP! Bloody hell.
Please. Do not for one second tell me that you have been a smoker for years and so has your mother and
f-king grandmother and all of you have lived to a zillion years old. Congratulations you fuckwit. I wonder how many people you have killed with your smoke. How many people are suffering from asthma because of your smoke.
I don’t get how anyone can smoke. How can you put your own body through that and then those around you? How selfish can you be?
Worst of all is the fact that my husband smokes!!!!!!!!!! (to his credit though,
he wouldn’t dare he doesn’t smoke anywhere near me, our children, not in the house, not in our car, not in a restaurant – you get the message)
My aunt is back in hospital now. She is seriously very sick. We don’t know if she will pull through this time. She is getting her fourth pint of blood. She had scans today and she has cancer in her lungs again – as well as her bladder. I’m emotional and upset. I am crying silent and some not-so-silent tears. For her. My mom. For all of us.
Don’t tell me smoking doesn’t kill. Just don’t.