I think I just need to talk really, I know there isn't anything anyone can do. 

My mother was diagnosed with Small Cell Carcinoma (lung cancer) on the 3rd April 2014 and was dead a few months later by the 31st of August. I was 22 at the time and was responsible for all her care while she was at home. After she died, I sorted out all her affairs and even went into debt to help pay for her funeral, and was nearly made homless since I was legally a resident in my mum's apartment and not a tenant and I wasn't working since I was full time caring for her. 

Thankfully I managed to keep hold of my home and get a job, but not before struggling with stress and depression. I'm happy to say I have been either in education or working for the last 4 years but things haven't been any easier to be honest. I'm still on my meds, and now at 28, we're 15 months in again only this time with my dad. 

He was diagonsed with cancer of the oesophagus and stomach back in June of last year, and had chemo and major surgery to remove his stomach, spleen and bottom of his oesophagus. He was doing well until recently and even declared cancer free post op, but has drastically declined in the last week or two and ended up back in hospital. There they ran tests and told us the cancer had returned to his bowels and rectum, and that he has less than 2 months to live. 

It's hard knowing I'm going to be an orphan before I reach 30, it could be when I'm 29 since my birthday is the 9th of October, but with the way he looks it could also be while I'm still 28. That's hard, but even harder is seeing how weak and skeleton like he is. He can't eat, and is only taking fluids and morphine. I feel so sorry for him and I want to scream. I *** HATE CANCER. THE PIECE OF ***!!!! 

Why my mum? Why my dad? Why our family???? 

Sorry, I just needed to get that off my chest.