How does one escape their surroundings when the unknown is far more terrifying. They don't have the medicine to survive, at least not without a fight. Certainly not without the means to squire it. A father who loves me, after years upon years of conflict. The clock is ticking, cancer doesn't give a shit. I love you prairies, for giving me a home. For better or for worse. Even if I leave you, you will never leave my heart.