Orion
I threw my hands up. “You’re a broken record,” I said with an exasperated smile.
“I’m also coming up to the end of side B,” he said in a tone that reached right through me and grabbed ahold of my spine.
“You’re not that old,” I replied, trying to ignore the fist.
“The kind of cancer I got don’t especially care about that,” he said and the fist in my chest squeezed.
“What the f**k are you talking about?”
“Acute myelogenous leukemia. It’s aggressive and most patients don’t survive once it spreads to the organs,” my father said plainly. “Which it has.”
“Jesus, Dad. How long have you known about this?”
“Not long. Maybe a month.”
“A month! And I’m just hearing about this now?”
“Sure, we can make this all about you if that’s what you need.”
“Save the martyr s**t. You should have
