Douglas Ramsey's Diary [2/18]

by Benway

Warning: This story is not very nice, but then the 
world isn't very nice either. If want escape, read 
elsewhere. This story is not intended for children
of any age.

Some characters in this story belong to Marvel. 
Everything else belongs to me.

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Nov 16/89

I talked to Dad about the cancer after we came home 
from the hospital. Mom seems very brave about 
everything, but Dad actually looked sad. You could 
see it in his face, which almost never happens. He 
told me that it had nothing to do with me, and that 
no-one knew quite what caused it, except for 
smoking. He could be lying, but I feel a bit 
better. Still, I can't help remembering every time 
that I mouthed off to her and made her cry. It 
always made me feel good to do it, even though I 
knew it was wrong. It was also about the only way 
to ever get Dad to show some feeling. He hardly 
ever does, even now. Except for that time last 
week, I have never seen him cry. 

Nov 31/89

Mom's doing really good now. She has to go to the 
hospital for radiation and for fisio, because they 
did something to her left arm and she can't lift it 
or do much. I am doing a lot more around the house 
now. Dad says the doctors think they got it all, 
but they have her on the keemo and the radiation 
just in case. Dad says she'll get worse before she 
gets better, but she seems to be almost back to 
normal.

Dec 24/89

I was wrong about Mom getting better, and Dad was 
right. Her arms are a little better, but she's 
sicker than she was before she had the operation. I
don't want her to die.