Never in my life have I ever received so many bunches of flowers, so much so that it was becoming embarrassing at work because my desk was covered in them. But I do feel blessed. I feel blessed for having such a lot of caring supporting people around me. It's at times like this in your life that you realise who the people are who really care and those who don't give a fat rats arse.
Since my diagnoses there have been mended relationships which I thought may have been permanently broken. I have received flowers from people that I have never met. There have been the kind family and friends who have brought round a meal, inlaws that have collected firewood, kind thoughts that people have put down in a card, just to let us know they are thinking about us. Strangers that have walked this road themselves who are quite happy to visit with a listening ear, helpful advice and a useful book.
And then there are the friends who I thought would be there but stay away because they don't know how to react. There are the people who I see on a regular basis who's only concern is how it is effecting them. And finally there are those uninformed people who in some sadistic way enjoy telling me tales of woe, morbid stories of people that haven't been lucky enough to pull through, of the horrific treatments and suffering I am going to have to endure. Those, that even though they have not been through it, are experts on knowing how I feel, how I'm going to be feeling and how awful it is all going to be. I will find out when I get there thanks by taking one step at time.
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