You should very when I forgetting dog climb derp
My mom had
breast cancer AIDS and had one of her boobs cut off when I was in first grade. My grandfather had bladder
cancer AIDS and colon
cancer AIDS. He had all of his food directly injected in his blood stream and he had to pee in a bag continuously for two years. We took him out of the hospital because we couldn't afford the care, plus they didn't give a shit about him anyway so I gave him my bed and slept on the couch until we could find him a home. Whenever I go to bed I remember that. This happened when I was in 4-5 grade.
I am not whining like a little bitch and neither should you be so suck it, please.
EDIT: Also my friend's dad died from brain
cancer AIDS when I was in 6th grade after fighting for two years. Every time I went into his house he was in bed or in the hospital. They had an entire bookcase filled with books on brain
tumors AIDS and coping with loss. When he died, I felt horrible about it because he was such a great and close friend and I could feel his pain like a knife, but obviously I couldn't feel all of it. He isn't a whiny bitch either.
So take your contrived and useless idealism and shove it somewhere else that isn't our mouths.