#Bubble Wrap

Everyone knows how much I fucking hate cancer. Well there's something I hate almost as much. And that's dim wit's telling me that everything in the world could possibly cause it. Here's to you, assholes!

Dear everyonelecturingmeaboutwhatcausescancer,

Kindly shut up.

I know what causes cancer. My dad actually died from cancer. It wasn't caused by genetics, it was acquired. The doctors don't know WHAT caused it, but unfortunately it happened. Don't tell me that I shouldn't be drinking my favourite tea because it's possibly carcinogenic.

Here's a list of everyday things that cause cancer:

- Sunshine
- Red meat
- Cell phones
- Alcohol
- Exercise
- Diet soda's
- Birth control
- Deodorant
- Olive oil
- Peanuts
- Sex
- Tea
- Hair dye
- Microwaves
- Breathing
- Sunscreen
- Water bottles
- Coffee
- Margarine
- Saran wrap
- Obesity

That's just to name a few.

Here's a list of everything that is 100% proven to prevent cancer.

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Ya. I know.

Sunshine causes cancer, but also provides you with natural vitamin D which prevents cancer. Exercise produces free radicals in your body which cause cancer, but it staves off obesity which also causes cancer. Alcohol causes cancer but red wine has antioxidants that help prevent cancer. Blueberries prevent cancer, but diet's high in fruits can be dangerous to your health in other ways.

There's nothing wrong with trying to prevent getting cancer, but at the end of the day you still have to live your life. Don't stop drinking beer, having sex, and working out because taking part in those activities could possibly cause cancer.

You want to know what you should do instead of worrying about every little thing that could be carcinogenic?

Eat vegetables. Take vitamins. Exercise. Drink water. Relax. Brush your teeth. Live a life that's happy and healthy.

And the next time you feel like you need to share with me that my lipstick causes cancer, so I should colour them with berries instead....shut the fuck up. I wasn't asking.

#A giant order of depressing, with a side of hope.

One year ago today I stood crammed into a little room, right beside the strongest man in my life, surrounded by people and love, and eased him from secular life to forever.

I sat beside my Daddy in his last hours of life, cried into his blankets, held his hand one last time, and whispered my last "I love you's", "Thank you's", and "Goodbye's".

I spent the better part of today feeling sorry for myself. Crying because life isn't fair, and I miss having a Daddy.

And then I got this text from a very very special friend:

"Hey little ryry, sorry I've had a busy day. I just want you to know how much I care for and appreciate you. In the short time I've known you, you've taught me so much about myself, perseverance, and putting someone else before yourself. Your dad was an amazing, caring man. He had to have been to raise you. And today he is smiling down on you and your family, proud of how far you've all come, and excited for all your days to come. I adore you, you have been such a blessing to me, and I'll continue to pray for you guys. Call if you need me."

And as sweet as it was to get that message it really got me thinking.

One year ago I lost someone very dear to me. The pain of losing him hasn't gone away, but it's gotten easier to live my day to day life. The loss isn't as suffocating as it once was, but instead is a dull throb that beats with my heart.

This is not to say that I don't miss my Daddy. Because I do. With all my heart. And if this was a perfect world he would still be here with me and my family.

But looking back on my relationship with him I can't help but feel so so blessed that I had him in my life, even for a short while. I can live my life knowing my Daddy was proud of everything that I accomplished, that he always thought I was beautiful, and that he will always love me.

So, no. Today I do not have a Daddy to come home to. I do not have a Daddy to curl up on the couch and watch hockey with. I do not have a Daddy to have a morning coffee with. I do not have a Daddy who tries to steer me clear of bad situations, who gets upset with me, who laughs at me, and who tells me he loves me.

But today I do have a strong, caring, brother. Two sweet, beautiful, sisters. The most amazing mother, and best friend. Countless family and friends who provide endless support. A God who loves me. And my own Daddy-angel. One who protects me and my heart. One who always put our family first. One who is saving us all a seat on his giant fishing boat in heaven.

So I guess there's nothing to complain about. I guess I'm pretty blessed.