Can it get any worse?

I thought I had finished with cancer in my life or family, I was wrong. My dad had a wreck Saturday and my favorite aunt, Aunt Nonie was in the van with him. She got banged up pretty good and had to be taken to a bigger hospital out of state, not far from here but still she had to go. Well during all this mess they did a ct scan on her at the small hospital, they discovered something there, something so dreadful and scary that I didn't ever want to hear of it again...yup, you guessed it, CANCER. We don't know when it developed but evidently it spreads quickly or else her regular doctors just didn't see it. On top of this Dad's other sister Leala has breast cancer. I can deal with that since I'm not wild about her, but with Nonie I'm not doing so well.

On top of all this Dad was also injured but he didn't want to go to the hospital, he told the EMS that he was fine. BULLSHIT! He's hurt in his upper chest and has been coughing up chunks of blood and still won't go get checked out. I've tried to get him to go get checked out, he won't do it. That man is more stubborn than a jackass which we all know is extremely stubborn.

That's it for now, like that isn't enough already