My dad's wife just texted us that the new drug my dad is taking hasn't done anything and that the cancer has spread even further. After his next CT, this might be the last stop; there's nothing left we can do.
I'm crushed with sadness. I hate that I can't do anything. Nothing. All I can do is watch him die, and it's fucking horrible.
It's this limbo of torture and holding our breath. It's waiting for the inevitable.
Having a hard time at work now. Everything is fucked, and there's nowhere to run.