It can take on so many different forms, huh?
I’ve written before that cancer brings out the best and worst in people.
The last six months, and in particular the last month or so has taught me a LOT about human nature.
So heart-warming it is to have some wonderful, life-long, true friends. Being able to rely on these bonds is a lovely support. Connecting with these people in times when I really could do with a friend, is like snuggling into a warm, comfy bed during a violent electrical storm.
I’ve also made some new friends since my first diagnosis – who I know will also be around for years to come.
The Big C, it’s obvious, is too much for others to deal with/cope with/handle etc. Not personally – it’s me that has it, yet they can’t seem to find a way to maintain a relationship I perhaps ridiculously thought was rather important.
I’m unbelievably sad to be in this situation, with more than one person.
Devastated is not too strong a word.
I can’t make anyone care about me more than they actually do and just don’t have the energy to fight this front – I’m busy fighting cancer.
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