Cancer is mean.

You know how my last post mentioned my friend? Well, she died. My friends and I folded a thousand cranes for her, but we were too late (well, we did only have two to three days to fold EVERYTHING). I didn't go to the funeral because while...okay, I realized I didn't give you any background info. So here goes.

My friends and I were planning an event for her-you know, a party-ish thing. That's for friends. But a funeral? It should be more personal: relatives, family, and whatnot. At a funeral everybody goes; at a party, friends go. You know what I mean? So I refused to be polite, since I didn't know her very well, though I knew her sister and her close friends pretty well.

I thought that was it, and after a few days of trauma and grief, my friends and I got over it. But two weeks later, my aunt, who had cancer for years, started failing. I was like "OMG SERIOUSLY" when my mom took an airplane to my aunt's hospital with very short notice. She had two hours to shop, pack up, finish the laundry, washing all the dishes, preparing as much food as possible, and to top it off, she has to pick me up. We didn't even have time to say good-bye. Anyway, last night my aunt passed away. We didn't know it instantly; we knew it like, what, 20 hours later? She died at 12:30 AM last night. Don't ask me how I feel. I don't know her too well, and nor do I know the classmate who died, but let me tell you, having two deaths in a month from the same disease is not comfortable.

January, 2011. The month of cancer.

I'll never forget it.