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Hi, Ruthy and myself spent some considerable time up the hospital yesterday With Martin, her brother, absolutely horrendous and gut wrenching to have sat at his bedside, and looked upon a man who i once remembered as a fit and healthy person, a friend with just weeks to live, for the very first time, i watched one of my family break down and cry in front of me, cos he's frightened of dying, its knocked hell out of me n Ruthy, so we told him, you go ahead and cry, no shame there, and then i had to leave the ward for a while, whilst i had a damn good cry, no shame there you may be thinking to yourselves, but oh yes there is, cos i was upset for myself in the fact that Martins illness, has opened many memmories of much loved family members, gone with the same disease, am i a selfish swine, im a f****r for punnishing myself i can tell you, i said my goodbyes to him yesterday, how awful is that, but i just cannot face him anymore, he has a lump on his neck the size of a tenniss ball, he can hardly swallow, the times ive sat at family members beds and watched em die, the tales i could tell, why am i putting this on k9, im f****d if i no, who gives a f**** perhaps my closest friends on here may,