Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Not much. I planned to go home today and surprise mum but she told me the weather'd be crap to I scraped the idea. I had a long chat with dad, his brother's been having problems with his lungs and now they've discovered a tumour. The main concern is that he's had fluid drained from his lungs recently and it's left a scar and the worry is that the tumour could get out through that and spread like the evil ****ing bastard thing that cancer is. The fact that he's been a smoker for.... longer than I know doesn't help him. If worst comes to worst a person can live without one lung can't they? but I doubt, in the state it's in, that his lung could cope on it's own.
To make matters worse, my mum's sister had problems with her lower intestine, she had to go to hospital again recently, she's still there, and she's got a tumour in her bowel now. Can you live without bowels if need be? She's still in hospital now, that's all I know but my Uncle's starting radio therapy soon and then chemotherapy. It's a good thing he's already bald ...
I want to do something but what can I do? I want to write something. But dad and his brothers don't really do books, I don't think they ever have, they'd prefer a sports program and I can't write one of those now can I. And my aunt just happens to be the one I know the least. Mum's side aren't really booky people either, but they're a bit more booky that dad's side. The only time I remember seeing much in the way of books is when we visit my other aunt and her son, my cousin, had a collection of monster books. You'd never think it by looking at him, he's always so nice .
I’m feeling frustrated here. I tried not to think about my Uncle's cancer before, but now I find my aunt has the bastard thing too I keep thinking that I don't want them to die.
Because it's like a death sentence, isn't it, even though some people recover, Cancer is a word generally associated with death, isn't it.
I try not to think about it but I can't shut it out now. It's in the back of my mind and my housemates aren't helping by making so much noise. Do they have to play that **** so loud.
I'm feeling angry about everything. I know what it means.

I've started a story but I don't think it'd be to my aunts tastes. I've stolen a lot of names from animes and thrown them together into a fun little idea. My aunt would never know, because there's no way she'd have a clue about anime. I haven't really stolen the characters, just the names. I wouldn't publish it though, if I ever finished it, of if I did, I'd change the names first .
I'm still feeling angry but that music seems to have died down now so I won't need to ram my room key through someone's skull just yet.

Well, Bluebiird out.