Bad news

I just got off the phone with my mother. My father has cancer in the esophagus. He'll get the best care and will undergo chemotherapy, but I fear it'll be all for naught. My father may not have been perfect, but he was everything I ever hoped for in a father. I pray to god that the cancer does not spread. This is the kind of thing I wish never happened. I feel like I'm thirteen again and the suicidal urges come back, but if my dad had just a little bit of hope and courage, then maybe he could make it...

...maybe...