Now I Know
I always used to wonder: if someone I loved was diagnosed with a fatal disease, what would happen? Would all the fighting in my family stop? Would we all somehow magically live together in a perfect orb of golden harmonious light?
I think I thought so.
Such is not the case. My father is currently facing a kind of cancer that could kill him. It might well not–we just don’t know–so I suppose it is not a definitively fatal disease.
But now I know for sure. Things don’t change, not in the magic way I’d expected as a child, when someone is very sick. People still get mad. People are still irritated and frustrated and annoyed. There is just another layer, too.
Of course, people are also happy.