My grandmother passed away last week, so I’m on the train to Connecticut to spend some time with my aunt. She knows I’m sick, but I don’t think she has any idea how sick I actually am. I want to be honest with her. Partly because she deserves the truth and partly because I am just too fucking tired these days to pretend I’m ok. I’m just worried I’m going to freak her out when she learns how poorly I am.
I can’t fake it anymore. I hope she’s ready.