2nd October 2001, 15:39.
Well, now we know whats wrong with my dad. You’ll have to excuse me if this
swings between very detached and very emotional.
My dad has cancer. It’s serious, though they don’t yet think it’s completely
untreatable, however, they don’t know how far it has spread.
I
I don’t really know what to write. Like people don’t know what to say to me
when I tell them. I suppose I’m scared of losing my dad so soon after gaining
him. I’m scared for him, because of what he’s going to have to go through.
I’m scared for him because my mother was completely destroyed by the news and
he’s having to comfort her.
They want me to carry on like nothing is wrong. Do my bike test, go to the
party on Saturday.
I’m still waiting on the phone call from them with the information from the
consultant.
My head hurts from crying so much and getting so little sleep.
We all knew. All knew what it was. No one wanted to say. Like my sister said
“that would make it real”. Now it is and I don’t know what to do.
—
Kate E