This is a really bad time, today we made another visit to the cardiologist who confirmed what we had already said, my husband is working in Milan or Parma, one that is solely and exclusively in this type of transaction.
And oh well, hopefully good.
Within two days two people have told me the same thing, my dad has prostate cancer, already made, taken later.
This is all I know. Me with My family does not speak for the past 3 years or so.
I see them every day or so because they are close to shops, is awful but now they are accustomed.
recently I had seen my father in suit and hat, and I was sembrat strange, him with the suit, and never saw the hat only to bring the dog to PPIP.
But I have not given too much weight.
Now, I do not know what to do. cancer = death for me.
E 'dead his sister who was not even 40 years, died a few years later his daughter, 18.
I'm afraid, I weigh in, I call, I go or not go?
not easy, because while I know that I would find a door closed in my face and then because I do not have the courage to face my mom.
My problems are with her, we do not understand, we never understand, I'm afraid to start all over again, the fights, the squabbles, she has a strong character and I never responded, except when I have left home. It 'was very hard to live my life but there are successful, they are now stronger, but the thought of a face are weak, I'm afraid.
Then I think of my father, I would say just a simple I love you, I knew that his niece, I know I could love her so much, as it has always given me.
Despite all that to have done, my husband told me to go, why do not I have no regrets, it is my father, to bring the child to tell you and your niece.
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