Cancer. Fuck cancer. Fuck cancer sideways. With a rake. I was sitting on the same bouncy ball that I’m sitting on right now when my mum called me, telling me that my dad killed himself. He had cancer too, by the way. I’m not sure if I ever mentioned it. Lymphocytic leukemia. Cancer of the blood and bone marrow. I don’t think that he killed himself because of it, since he was surprisingly stable in…