Tonight I am supposed to be in Seattle, drinking copious amounts of cheap beer and karaoke-ing "Birthday Sex" for my best friend.
Instead I am collapsing at home after 9 hours in the children's surgery ward of the local hospital.
On Tuesday, doctors found a huge tumor in the abdominal cavity of my 12 year-old nephew's stomach. Thursday night they discovered enlarged lymph-nodes in his body, and his sisters and I lay on the hospital bed with him while he played video games and got a blood transfusion.
Today, after three separate surgical procedures (and a barrage of tests that we don't have the answers to yet) the doctors unofficially confirmed their initial guess of lymphoma.
Hey, Cancer: FUCK. YOU.