Stage 3 stomach cancer. That's what Sam told me and this isn't the first time... it was the second time... that's so f*****g horrible, and I can tell Sam trying to act like he was fine... but he was not even close.
We were now in my room, because he came in and we got food.
"When did you find out?" I asked.
"Last night" he replies taking a fry eating it. "I'm sorry for just blurting it out Jo, you were sad all day because of your mom. You don't need to hear this" he adds.
"Shut up Sam, it technically is the next day. I'm glad you told me, let's think positively" I say.
"Stage 3 Jo" he sing songs.
"So what Sam, stop trying to act like you are fine. You aren't you just told m the f**k off. I'm here you can talk to me" I tell him.
"I don't know what to say Jo, honestly. I've been throu
