My friend got this message at Christmas,
Happy ******* Xmas!
Since then we have all been in a spin.
We are not my friend.
We are not the parents,
who were given this news,
But we are parents.
It could have been any of us.
This amazingly brave,
sports mad boys life,
is on hold.
So is his mom and dads,
His brother and sisters,
His aunts and uncles.
His parents friends lives,
are also deeply affected.
We carry on with our every day.
Thankful that this was not our lot,
but oh so sad it had to be any of us.
Everything we do is superficial,
because inside we can only think of our friend.
We smile and laugh every day,
but cannot wait to have a reason to smile with our friend.
We moan about our kids,
but appreciate they are fit and well.
The days our friend is in hospital,
we miss her from our lives.
Our children are also aware of the changing environment.
“I don’t feel well”,
is met by, “Are you for real?
Imagine if you were on chemotherapy?”
Every moment of every day,
we carry our friend in our heart.
This is even more true when they are in hospital,
which is where they are regularly.
Waiting for blood results,
waiting for chemotherapy,
waiting for your son to be well enough to go home.
knowing in a week or two you will return.
We can all see,
despite your brave face and smiles,
that at the moment,
Life for you is very hard.
So for what it is worth,
even though most of the time,
we cannot be there physically,
sitting beside you,
laughing with you,
sharing with you.
We would all like you to know,
We never leave your side.
Every hour of every day,
we, your friends,
stand beside you.
we think of you,
and wish you strength.
And just to keep you going,
in case you think I have completely lost it,
try to imagine the party we will have,
hopefully in September,
after which I expect we may all be very unwell!
Hang in there.
Can I have a weeks holiday in June to save a life?
Sick joke of the day
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