It is cancer.
We found out yesterday that Sid has cancer. Specifically, follicular lymphoma.
I will never forget the way the air left my lungs when I heard those words. I will never forget the way I stood there, looking at him, and he had not heard a single word the doctor had said. "What's that?" he whispered to me, and I was too stunned to work up the breath to respond. I mouthed back, "cancer." He cried. I didn't. I still haven't. I don't know if I can. It doesn't even feel real.
I went to the grocery store today and felt like everyone would be able to see that I was absolutely shattered. Like, look at this woman pretending to be normal! Who does she think she's fooling? I put things in the cart because that's what you do at the grocery store, but I wasn't paying much attention to what I picked up. I tried to remember that Sid had asked me to get ramen, and Spagett wanted dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, and we needed more coffee. And the whole time, I'm inside my own head screaming WHO THE FUCK CARES, SID HAS CANCER. People asked me how I was doing and I said "fine" because that is what you say when someone asks, but I am not fine. I am a mess on the inside. I don't know how I'm supposed to finish my report this weekend and do my take home exam and go to school on Monday like there is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.
All I know is that this wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to be like this. But it did, and it is.