"I'm scared he's going to tell me he's dying or something."

Peter came on last night and told me the last part. The part he knew I wasn't going like. The thing that I didn't want to believe to be true. I just fucking knew.

Peter has metastatic prostate cancer and it's not curable. He said that it has spread to his bones which has made it absolutely incurable.

I am fucking devastated beyond anything. I have not been able to stop crying since last night. This isn't how it was supposed to end. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this. I already lost him once, but I knew that someway, somehow we'd find a way back to each other. Now I'm going to lose him again, and it's going to be permanent.

He said that five years ago they gave him three months to seven years. He said last year Last year he asked for an update, and they gave him a 10%-20% chance of ten years. He said he may now be developing symptoms which suggest sooner rather than later, but won't know that for sure until he goes for tests in December.

This isn't fucking fair. My heart is so fucking broken right now.

4:19 p.m. - Thursday, Nov. 03, 2022