whose son was diagnosed at xmas,
is waiting for her sons blood count to rise,
so they can travel to Dublin,
for a week of chemotherapy.
They have been packed and waiting,
for the past five days.
Every time the results come back saying,
his blood count is .1 too low.
Its very trying for them.
However todays joke is courtesy of my friend.
When I called over today,
“What is worse than going to Dublin for Chemo?”
……NOT going to Dublin for Chemo!”.