Spangun
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It's been a weird 24 hours. 36 hours ago I was on a flight home to Canada from the UK for a little bit of relief from exam time (I study Law there). Biggest worries on my mind at that time were "hope my pinky heals from a fall I took while in a hurry", and, more importantly: "when, how, and to what capacity will I be conducting my exam preparation." HOWEVER, every aspect of my concerns changed a bit monday morning. After my dad went to work, my mom came to the tv room and said "we need to talk." At first I thought she was going to say she found a bag of somethin somethin in my room from last time I was home (but then i remembered 'nah I would've finished that shit off for sure'). But no, she had full out news for me, and it was, as she continued, "about your fathers health." That's when my heart started beating uncontrollably. See, he'd developed a slight speech impediment about a year earlier, and since then, I had done some intensive internet research, but still I somehow swiped ALS to the margins of my scope consideration. My mother then explained to me that after ruling out many other neuromuscular diseases, the neurologists had concluded that it was, absent of the very unlikely exception of some jewish (we're of jewish descent) disease...ultimately ALS.
Her next words to me consisted of something along the lines of "Don't let this affect your life in any way, we want you to still stay in school."
...i'm sorry but that's a bit of a tall order. I guess that in the two weeks that they've been dealing with this, they've somehow come to the conclusion that my brain is made of steel and that I can make it through my first year law exams having to contemplate whether my father, who is only 53, will first lose his ability to speak, or his ability to walk...They're wrong. They're in denial.
I have two frightening and disturbing images in my head. One is my dad in a full-out-body wheelchair, the other is my mom alone in whatever smaller depressing house they'll eventually decide my dad will die in.
The point is, I clearly need help right now, from people outside of my family, and from what i've read, you seem like amazing and strong people, and I look forward to whatever help you guys can provide me. thanks.
Her next words to me consisted of something along the lines of "Don't let this affect your life in any way, we want you to still stay in school."
...i'm sorry but that's a bit of a tall order. I guess that in the two weeks that they've been dealing with this, they've somehow come to the conclusion that my brain is made of steel and that I can make it through my first year law exams having to contemplate whether my father, who is only 53, will first lose his ability to speak, or his ability to walk...They're wrong. They're in denial.
I have two frightening and disturbing images in my head. One is my dad in a full-out-body wheelchair, the other is my mom alone in whatever smaller depressing house they'll eventually decide my dad will die in.
The point is, I clearly need help right now, from people outside of my family, and from what i've read, you seem like amazing and strong people, and I look forward to whatever help you guys can provide me. thanks.