Thank you so much for this message; it really means a lot. My dad came home from the hospital tonight and although he’s cranky, I’m so glad he’s home. I hope all of his cancer was removed because I really don’t think I can go through this again. I’m sorry about your father. <3

My dad just got out of surgery to remove his prostate cancer and I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I didn’t go to school today because I knew I’d be sad and frankly, I just needed a day to myself. I pretended to be asleep this morning so I wouldn’t have to say goodbye to my father, and even though he thought I was asleep he still told me he loved me. It wasn’t until my mom texted me later saying that the operation was taking longer than expected that I felt stupid and guilty for not wanting to see my father. Most of the day was spent sleeping so I wouldn’t think about all the what-if’s, and when I was awake I was reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower and pretending I was Charlie. That was a good distraction. At one point today my mom asked me to get her a number from my dad’s cell phone, and when I couldn’t find his phone I started to cry believing that my father had died that I would never see his phone again.

The past two weeks have been the scariest two weeks of my life and I’m happy that for once, someone in my family has survived cancer. I’m also happy that my junior year of high school is, for the most part, over. I had my last AP test yesterday (the one I missed because I was so upset after learning of my dad’s cancer) and the May issue of the newspaper is in good shape. My school’s prom is in two days and I am so looking forward to having fun with Gabriel and just forgetting about this whole ordeal. To forget is one of the best feelings, I think.　

Boys interested in me yesterday: zero.

Boys interested in me today: two!

I could get used to this.