” I think I just stopped caring about him getting better”

” I think I just stopped caring about him getting better”

Those are the words of my brother, in a text message to me last night, accompanied by this picture. Cigarettes in an ashtray on my father’s counter.

My father has cancer. His doctor was clear that the treatments he is undergoing would be useless in the face of this addiction. Treatments that my brother has rearranged his life to attend. Those cigarettes? Are a slap in my brother’s face. (more…)