The Wonders Of My Brain

A tear in my heart

Cancer. We hear that word a lot don't we? We all feel pity on those who have lost someone or has been diagnosed with it. Well, do you know how it feels to wake up one morning and your parents tell you your best friend was going to die because of it? If you have not felt that burning poker stab your heart then you are one of the lucky few.

I have known for 5 years he has had cancer, but not once did I think he was going to die. The doctors thought he was going to live. They told us they got rid of it. They only gave us false hope. I just found out that the tumor twisted around his spine and made way to his head. I cannot stop feeling like the world is ending, and technically it is, well for him at least.

His name was Preston Ray Killian. He is my cousin and best friend. He has a wife, Megan Killian, and two children named Lacy Killian who is one and Grant Killian who is four. He is only 29. He has a wife and kids who love him. Why does he have to die! He will never get to see his children grow up, and I doubt his one year old will even remember him. I know everybody has dead loved ones or will eventually, but I never thought it would be this hard.

I wish it wasn't him. I wish he could just live up to be old and see his grandchildren, but that will never happen. I want to scream. I want to cry. I will never be able to do that though because I have three sisters that are feeling the same way and need support. I have to be their rock, because if I'm not they will crumple. He is making a tear in my heart and I know that it won't heal very fast or at all when he dies.