Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange stretch of road.


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Hospital "Coals in Their Eyes"

“They began to fade very quickly after they were diagnosed, seeming to lose weight over night. I will never forget the day my parents told me they had cancer. They didn't have an explanation as to why, only aware that it was advanced. After a short time the pain became almost unbearable for them, and it wasn't uncommon for my relatives to come and take me home from the hospital when it was clear neither of my parents were going to be able to.

It affected my mom and my dad differently. For my mom, it was her breathing that was started getting worse, and though the treatments managed to help a little, it did not prevent the sickness from spreading.The sound of a oxygen tank became background noise.

For my father it was focused in his bones. He struggled to move without wincing in pain, and more than once I had to watch him wait for medicine to kick in before he could use the bathroom without help. He prided himself in his ability to do so. After a while though, it was clear that he wasn't going to make it every time. Changing of the sheets became more regular as the cancer progressed.

I found myself seeing less and less of them as the treatments became more advanced. After a while I think they ended up seeing more of each other than me. I know they did this to protect me, but I also knew that I wanted to see them more than anything, even when they began to look different from what I remembered. After a while the pain began to affect them, and though I thought them being sick was bad, it was their reaction that made it worse.

My father was the first to begin showing signs. The treatments were painful and taxing, and I began to see him losing his temper at the doctors and nurses. My dad never lost his temper before. Not like that. Seeing him like that made me uncomfortable, and I would feel myself begin to panic whenever one of his fits would begin to take hold.

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