Relay for Life, March 24, 2019

At 14 years old, on a sunny, autumn afternoon, my siblings and I ran around the living room childishly laughing and fighting only to be sat down to my parent’s explanation of how my father needed to go into surgery because he had stage-four colon cancer. At that moment, I did not feel like a child anymore. Children do not do things like stay up at night listening to vomiting and waking up in the morning early enough to be able to dump dad’s urine in the toilet because he can’t move from the couch. …

Liz Hunt

thinks a lot, feels strongly

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