Seriously now.
While I'm sorry what's going on with the primitive's father, I suspect the primitive is unaware of the effects of cancer, and is stupidly blaming President Trump or "the system" for things out of their control.
As someone else afflicted with cancer, having been diagnosed with Stage 4 of the condition back in April 2017, I suppose I can pretty much say what happens, to both myself and the primitive's father, although I'm not familiar with his other medical conditions, as I have none of those things, just cancer.
Of course his quality of life deteriorated, he having more pain and less sociability--spending time with one's family and friends--and getting less enjoyment out of things he used to enjoy.
Like the primitive's parents, I was fortunate in that I've suffered no financial distress; in fact, at times when looking at others, I'm awed by my sheer good luck.
I fail to see what President Trump had, or has, to do with the primitive's father or myself.
Like the primitive's father, I am bound and determined to make it to at least November 3 so I can cast a loud and resounding vote for the man who saved America, Donald Trump.