So, today I went to visit my sweet sweet friend JL. He's in hospital. A few days ago he had a tumour cut out of his brain. He now has an approximately 20cm scar up the back of his head.
JL has been having a problems for about a year and a half now - most of the doctors he visited said there was nothing wrong with him at all. Even about 3 weeks ago when he bumped his head and never felt all that great afterwards, had scans etc and there was an obvious abnormality, the doctors still said it was nothing to worry about.
Luckily, JL was persistent enough and in tune with his body to know something definitely was not kosher. Last Thursday he was rushed to hospital by his dad.
He's my little brother from another mother.
It's so weird.
He came out of the surgery ok and hopefully will be going home tomorrow but they have to still do tests on the tumor to see if it is malignant. I'm crossing every fucking fibre of my being right now that it isn't. I love him so much.
I hate so much that before I went in to the hospital, that I took the seriousness of it all for granted. The whole 'oh he'll be right!' attitude. It's fucking shit.
I had a big wake up call today.
I really want all my friends to know just how much I adore the fact that they are on this planet. That I appreciate knowing each and every single one of them. Regardless of how little or how much I get to see them or talk to them. I have let these people into my life for a reason.
Cherish what you have.
JL has been having a problems for about a year and a half now - most of the doctors he visited said there was nothing wrong with him at all. Even about 3 weeks ago when he bumped his head and never felt all that great afterwards, had scans etc and there was an obvious abnormality, the doctors still said it was nothing to worry about.
Luckily, JL was persistent enough and in tune with his body to know something definitely was not kosher. Last Thursday he was rushed to hospital by his dad.
He's my little brother from another mother.
It's so weird.
He came out of the surgery ok and hopefully will be going home tomorrow but they have to still do tests on the tumor to see if it is malignant. I'm crossing every fucking fibre of my being right now that it isn't. I love him so much.
I hate so much that before I went in to the hospital, that I took the seriousness of it all for granted. The whole 'oh he'll be right!' attitude. It's fucking shit.
I had a big wake up call today.
I really want all my friends to know just how much I adore the fact that they are on this planet. That I appreciate knowing each and every single one of them. Regardless of how little or how much I get to see them or talk to them. I have let these people into my life for a reason.
Cherish what you have.
People are in our lives for a reason, and cross our paths for all sorts of reasons. I always find that fascinating.
Lots of love to you and your friend,
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