The depression he already had, only became worse. My uncle was quite understandably devastated. Ultimately he became complacent with his life situation, and his ambitions and dreams always became a never ending repeating loop of "Tomorrow"įast forward to about Halloween time of last year, and what was routine blood work, turn into more blood work, which turned into various body imaging scans, which turned to the doctors discovering a massive tumor on his pancreas, which lead to a biopsy which lead to the discovery that it was malignant and he had less than a month to live.
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He bought a bunch of self help books on how to be more social, and how to ask women out on dates and so on and so forth.But once again they just sat on his bathroom floor gathering dust. He also had ambitions of finding a girlfriend, and really try to become more socially outgoing. He always swore that he would wake up "tomorrow" and focus on working on a new script, or focus on editing one of his old scripts that he would send to Hollywood. So he was pretty much alone and single through his whole life. You see my uncle was always a socially awkward guy, and it was always difficult for him to muster enough confidence to actually talk with girls, let alone ask them out on a date. This depression of sorts also thwarted on any attempt of him finding himself a girlfriend either. He stopped focusing on things he loved such as writing, and ultimately stopped pursing his dream of working/moving to Hollywood. Whatever social life he once had back in college was now dissolved to waking up, go to work, go back to bed, and rinse-wash-and repeat for the next day. But, my uncle, he felt spiritually bankrupt. That said, he graduated and found a job as an accountant. There was a time, when he really serious about sending his scripts to Hollywood, and even move to Hollywood and see what could happen.
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He loved films, and loved to write short stories in his free time. He always dream't when he was younger of working in Hollywood and becoming a film director. Unfortunately my uncle was in his late 20's, and really had not much in the way to get in order. The doctors basically told him he had roughly a month to live, and that he should get his personal matters in order. You can read the next part in the story here: “Mommy, I have a secret.My uncle was diagnosed with Stage IV Pancreatic Cancer in the Fall of 2014. Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Not yet.Īs I write this story, the song “Jesus Loves Me” plays in my head, on a continuous loop. My mom washed the sheets and put them back on my bed. His brown suitcase was no longer on top of my desk. He wasn’t in the kitchen in the morning drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I got out of my twin bed and walked out of my bedroom and walked across the hallway and went back to sleep in my brother’s room. I didn’t think he was going to show me the book. He touched me where I pee. I felt uncomfortable. He put his hand into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and put his hand between my legs. I didn’t know it was wrong to lay in bed with him. I had slept beside my mother and father when I was afraid. This man was in my bed. I have lain in bed with my parents in the dark when thunder and lightning raced across the Saskatchewan prairie sky. He said, “I will show it to you in a minute. I couldn’t understand how we could look at the drawings of the women in black bras without the lights on. He did not turn the lights on in my room. My pink ruffled curtains were pulled shut, the pink covers on my twin bed were pulled back. I followed the man I called Uncle Carl from my brothers bedroom to my room across the hall. The bras in the Sears catalog were white. I wanted to see the drawings of women wearing black bras and panties with no bottoms. I wanted to look at the book he had shown me that afternoon.
Uncle Carl touched my shoulder as I lay sleeping with my brother.
I slept on the outside edge of my brothers bed and I waited for the man we called Uncle Carl to come and wake me.
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