tahariel | (no subject)

Just had a long and meaningful conversation with Dad about Lucy's illness. Basically he was warning me that if Lucy gets worse (which she well might) we may have to cancel Chicago this summer, because as it is she can stand up for a minute and then be unable to stay up any longer, her knees and legs are that bad. It's so hard. It's so shitty. It's nobody's fault and I hate it because all it is is another serving of shit on our collective plate. She might end up with crutches or a goddamn wheelchair, for Christ's sake. It blows, and it sucks ass, and all the other synonyms you can think of. And I'm fricking pissed off, and I can't let Lucy see because she'll take offence and it'll hurt her even more. I'm so glad I'm going away to university next year, because if I don't get away from all this soon I'm going to go crazy.