Defination of Sway-ness

Define what is sway-ness.

Sometimes, I think it takes quite alot of talent to be sway. Its like, just when you think that you have made all the neccessary preparations and precautions that nothing will go wrong, SOMETHING have to go wrong. Yeah, Murphy's law, what will go wrong WILL go wrong.

Anyways.

Heres my defination of sway-ness:

When you bring an umbrella for 364 days a year, and on the 365th day you forgot to bring, it rains.

When you slept early, woke up early and left the house real early and end up being horribly late for work because the traffic light broke down, traffic jam and minor accident happened ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

When you studied for almost every chapter in your textbook and left one out, and that particular chapter comes out in the exam and a major question at that.

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I have many more to list actually, but I'm too lazy to recall and type them all. So I'll just leave the ultimate one:

When you don't smoke, your whole fucking family don't smoke, all your ancestors never had cancer, and you are the only one diagnosed with lung cancer.

Yah, I'm talking about my aunt. My dad 2nd sister. I think sway-ness runs in my family. I thouht I was the only one who loved to lament, but apparently not, and I'm kinda suprised at that.

Anyways. My aunt.

That really came as a shock. To a certain extend, I think my aunt is still unable to accept the fact, which is, totally understandable of course, if it were me, I guess I will be much worse off. Well, my aunt was diagnosed with 3rd stage lung cancer, and she only found out quite late. Which also means, hope for a cure is minimal.

I overheard my dad telling my mum about his conversation with her on the fone today and how she is discharged and now awaiting counselling.

My mum asked my dad if my aunt had actually bought insurance, and then my dad mentioned how he didn't want to ask too much cos after a few sentences, he heard my aunt crying.

Its funny how stoic my dad can sound at times like this. He was telling my mum how my aunt feels breadthless when climbing the stairs and how....... her lungs are begining to detoriate.

I so wanted to cry. I, like her, have hoped that this was just a bad dream.

I am scared too. I do not know how she feels and I also do not understand how she feels but I know for sure she is scared too, and I'm afraid she will leave soon.

Sigh. How I wish I knew how I can help her.