Papi

Spoke to my gramps this weekend. Turns out he has prostate cancer. It’s still in the early stage, but it’s still scary. He says he doesn’t want the surgery, or even chemo. He wants to try something more natural like « herbs» and pastes, and goddamn meditaion. If he wasn’t my grandpa, I would probably kick his ass for being so frikkin daft! Grass and thinking will NOT cure him. I just dont get it. And its not like I can talk to him about it. He’s more stubburn than I am. Its a family trait : my mother, my sister, my aunt, uncles, cousins , the whole clan. Its what makes us the Bambara Family. A bunch of idiots who would rather die than admit they were wrong. It’s quite manic actually..

Bloody hell! I’m so effing pissed!

By the way.my sodding mother is the one who suggested the frikking natural medicine. She’s always been like this and I didnt mind until it came to my gramps’ life. I’ve been feng shui-ing since i was in bloddy diapers…alright, moving my couch will make me richer…thnx…I’m just happy i can afford this couch.

I just feel shit right now. I hate my sodding mum. I wish i could just tell her to bugger off!