there are things I've never talked about much here. some personal things I never felt the need to share because well...who needs to be sad.
I remember when I first found out my dad had hep. C.
It was really weird because well,I had no real idea what hep. c was or how it happened. does this mean my dad is dieing? does this mean my life will be torn in two now?
when my dad calls with this news my mom has to get these tests. to make sure she doesn't have hepatitis C as well. so I'm thinking,oh my god,what the hell is this thing.
I decide to start looking up all this information. what was causing my dad to feel so crappy and weak.
you have to understand,my dad was a body builder. he prided himself on his physique and in many ways,I was proud of my dad in return. To me he was always really strong and big and he could protect me.
you see,when I looked up what causes HEP C,they don't tell you what happens later. theres no explanation of why some one becomes so weak,and fragile. extremely skinny and frail.
"Hepatitis C is a liver disease caused by the hepatitis C virus (HCV), which is found in the blood of persons who have this disease. HCV is spread by contact with the blood of an infected person."
which means a needle,or sex,or blood transfusion. or sharing a razor or tooth brush or any thing.
every thing my dad uses is seperate. even his trash cans,his towels,etc.
so my dad calls the other day and his waist size is down to about a 32. my dad is almost 6' tall. hes ridicolously small for his size. for his age. its creepy and sad and weird.some times,its too real.
