Just as an aside, my dad died horribly this past xmas after 6 months of cancer gradually destroying him and everything he'd worked so hard for. He was one of the most fit people I knew until that. He grew up skiing and was a junior patroller at 15 in colorado. By the time I was born, he was patrolling as a doctor and took me everywhere he could, and when he couldn't, he just told me to go to the patrol shack and wait. Anyways, I was with him for those last 6 months, but I curled up in a ball and did nothing to try to make his doctors do anything or find alternative treatment options like the Mayo clinic. I just curled up in a ball of fear and anxiety and did nothing. I was just paralyzed. My dad would have gone to the ends of the earth for me, and I didn't even try to save him. I don't know how to live with that.
I don't know why I'm sharing this. I am just a piece of shit and sorry for contaminating a good (I hope?) ST thread with my own BS