Dear Friends of people,
If your mate's kid ever gets diagnosed with cancer what would you do?
If I didn't know the harsh reality of having a my kid diagnosed with leukemia when he was almost 3 years old I would never image such a letter as this would ever need to be written. I would of imagined that if one's child ever was to get cancer, support from your lifelong friends would come in from all angles. That has been true for the mother of my son, the love of my life. He friends have been great, amazing and involved. Granted they are woman and I make no unrealistic assumptions about men and the compassion of compassion against woman. I did how ever think that my friend's would care more and make contact every once in a while to ask how things are.
I experienced the intial decent human being phone call,urged by wife's and girlfriends to unreluctant males.Nervous and with a loss of words they talked until I let them off the hook and said goodbye.
I've always been mindful not to talk about my kids alot with my mates, as its boring as fuck and I dont want to hear about it either.
Ring your mate up and ask how their son is doing, hows his treatment going.
Leukemia treatment is just over 3 years. My son whose almost 6years old has has chemotherapy every day 2 weeks shy of of 3 years. Thats more than half his life, that is his life. He can't remember what it felt like not to have sore achy legs, a time when he didn't experience nuseia in his stomach and ask for a pill. A day where he didn't feel tired and needed a nap. As he's grown he's carried on without complaining until recently. He's had enough, he say's he sick of it under his breath. We are all sick of it, the rentless worry about germs, bacterria, potential cancer causing foods like hotdogs which he loves. The cancer casuing sugar in soft drink that you let him drink after daily inner debates of being hydrated vs too much sugar. Wondering where his immune systems is at, if that new cough will lead to the hospital ward.
For the last 3 years meat cooked at dinner is overcooked, siding on the idea that its better to be safe than sorry when being certain no blood juices that can make you kid die exist anywhere in the pan.
Its hard to parent with a kid on treatment. When he wants something to eat at night when you've already told both of the kids no more food after dinner. He tells you he feels sick and needs something in his tummy, who am I doubt that, stick to my guns and denie him some food. so i make something, his sister then wanst something. she doesnt miss his speical treatment, she doesnt understand he feels sick. she says she feels sick.
