My aunt is on the verge of death, but...

I'm going to New York as soon as my finals are over. Tita Yves is at the hospital and the prognosis doesn't look good.

I've prayed that she gets better. I thought for a while that the cancer went away, but somehow the docs missed some cancer that got into the bones. I fucking hate doctors.

I'm not too enthusiastic about the New York trip. All I plan to do is stay at the hospital for as long as visting hours permits, and I think two days, maybe three should do it. But I have to be there for FOUR FUCKING FULL DAYS (minus travel time). I generally don't like New York or any city outside of California during the summertime. I wish Dad would have consulted me before paying for the motherfucking tickets, but I've got no choice. I'm already desperate for cash and he's ruining my possibilities for getting a job by placing a clamp on my prospects.