They don't know for sure, but he does have a massive tumour on his shoulder, and his body has been acting all weird all of a sudden. They think that it might be an extremely aggressive kind of cancer.
I don't understand this.
I haven't done much ranting at God yet, but I'm sure I will, especially if it does turn out to be a huge, cancerous, aggressive tumour. Oh great, I'm starting to cry again. He's only fifteen! He doesn't deserve this, actually, he's one of the last people in the world that deserves it. He is the most hilarious, sarcastic, goofy, and sweetest guy ever (a combination that is not always the best one, but is brilliant when it comes to him.) He was one of my best friends in elementary school and made life bearable for me in grade five.
It just goes and goes and goes... the Year of the Cancer. Three people I know have died from it, and two people (or will be two when the diagnosis is firm) have been diagnosed with an extremely aggressive kind. My dad's best friend, a kid at my youth-group's dad, and a coach from my Orchestra have all passed away. My next door neighbour and family friend for as long as I can remember has cancer throughout her whole body. And now this...
Not to mention my Nana nearly dying in February and my oldest friend's best friend dying from cystic fibrosis...
It's too much.
We find out tomorrow.
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have you done your ranting to God yet?
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