Cancer is an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells which results in disease, says Google.
Google can't feel.
Cancer is so much more.
It's regret for every harsh word spoken, for everything left unspoken and for every moment taken for granted, or worse, not taken at all.
It's hope and fear all swirled together in a strange black hole that settles somewhere between my stomach and spine.
It's a tightness in my chest that forces my shoulders inward.
It's pride and faith that forces them back out again.
It's prayer to a God I don't even think I believe in, and to several others I know I don't, just in case.
It's blinding love.
It's an odd mixture of hope, fear and adrenaline.
A sort of fucked up fight or flight response to someone's pain. A compulsion to help do anything, everything, because cancer isn't a problem I can fix.
It's a need for more time together.
It's agony, seeing his pain.
It's immeasurable happiness, seeing his joy.
It's overwhelming, heartbreaking and heartwarming in terms of the support received.
It's treatment and doctors and side effects and pain.
It's a realization of just how little time we all have together.
It's the time taken to notice all the stupid little things that actually matter.
I'll never call it anything but evil but it has changed my view of life and understanding of family and priority in ways that nothing else ever has.
I love you Big Brother. You're the strongest person I've ever known.
