DEPRESSION

I'm in a little bit of a depression mode this morning. I planned on stopping by Emma and Henry's house last night to drop off some boxes I had gotten from work that would help us sort things out for Saturday. We plan on cleaning out their garage...which has accumulated junk throughout the years. We planned on having a garage sale tomorrow to help them raise some money as well as get rid of some things they don't need anymore. To my dismay, I wasn't aware we needed a permit for this garage sale so since I can't get one today anymore, the actual sale will be postponed for another date. Such a disappointment.

Well, when I arrived, I could hear Henry raising his voice. When he opened the door, my niece was crying. Apparently, Emma was out and Bianca had not done her evening chores yet...it was close to 9pm already. So Henry was upset. Truth be told, my niece is a little difficult. It's very hard to get her to clean her room or do something as simple as clean the table after dinner. But it sucks that she's only 13 and has to see her daddy going through what he's going through. No child should have to see their mommy or daddy sick like that. Henry looked very weak. I asked him what was wrong and he said it hadn't been a very good day for him. He's developed a cold, it looks as though he may have pink eye in both eyes, his forehead is all red and blistered up from the radiation and he's starting to lose some hair since he has a bald spot on the side of his head that wasn't there the night before. It just depressed me. It really did. So since my sister had run out to attend a function at Andrew's school and then ran to the pharmacy to get Henry some cold medicine, I stuck around and helped to clean up the kitchen a little.

Why is life so unfair sometimes? Not only is Henry battling the toughest fight of his life with brain cancer, but now he's having to fight a cold too?!? Life is just so fucking unfair sometimes. Then, my sister gets home to a house with screaming siblings and her ailing husband. So after seeing him that way last night, I just woke up depressed this morning. He's about half way done with his radiation treatment and his last one CANNOT come soon enough.

I hope this is the worst of it. It's SO hard seeing Henry this way. I can't imagine what my sister must feel or what Snickolett must've felt seeing their husbands at their weakest. I continue to pray for Henry's healing. I also pray that he's able to go back to work soon because financially, things have been tough. I HATE CANCER.