I Hate Bad News!

Lillie Fuller

I Hate Bad News!

Lillie Fuller
drop-of-water-545377_640Last night I called my brother to talk to him because I do that occasionally. After I rattled on for 20 minutes I asked about he and his family. He told me everyone was okay but he was in the hospital. Of course I asked him why he'd let me babble for 20 minutes if he was in the hospital. He said it was okay, nothing serious, that he just can't poop and today they were going to do surgery to see what was going on.
When I got off the phone with my brother I called my sister. I thought I would be nice and let her know that my brother was in the hospital because he couldn't poop. My sister notified me that she knew already. But she didn't tell me because they didn't want my mom to know. My brother told me the same thing. So, both of my siblings failed to tell me.


It's after 2:00 p.m. and I figured the surgery has been done, my brother promised me last night that my sister-in-law would call me and let me know what's going on. No, she didn't. I text my sister. NOTHING. So I text my niece, my brother's daughter. Jocelyn text me back and told me my brother has a mass and they can't remove it. They are going to start chemotherapy on him to shrink it. So my brother has CANCER! What the hell? I hate CANCER! I hate chemotherapy. I have heard so many horror stories. I love my brother and I don't want him to go through this. My heart hurts. And I am so mad that they didn't tell me.


My niece did ask that I play it down when I told my mom until they know for sure the treatment plan and such. I just told my mom that he has a mass because he can't poop and they are running more tests. My mom is not stupid. Now I feel bad for telling my mom but I think she has to know. If it were my son I would surely want to know.

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