The thread for flipping shits (and tables)

The cancer has spread to my father's brain. I feel like I should feel something about that, but I've been living with the reality of his impending death for long enough that confirmation that it will come sooner than later just seems like another day. He's frightened and upset about the upcoming effects of treatment, but to me it's not so much a change as a reminder. I think in some ways I've already relegated him to dead in my mind.