cancer and hiv
a client is dying from prostate cancer which he has 'fought' for 9 years. he is limited to his bed, and weighs less than 50 kg. nothing but bones.
a close friend is dying from stage 2 stomach cancer which has spread to his colons, and it's only about 9 months since the diagnosis. and he is becoming weaker and weaker by the day, and i cannot see him because he refused me entry to his ward after i have searched every hospital on his whereabouts. he was the only one whom gave me his shoulder to cry on, and his chest to rest in, when i was bound for Admiralty.
a friend's mother has fell again after having battled with cancer 4 years ago. the mother's words to him are heart breaking. and i remembered what my mum said a few days ago: "how many more healthy years do I have? maybe 10, maybe 12. or 8. but that much is certain, it will come to an end."
two young friends, barely 20, is newly diagnosed with hiv. one has begun medication and the other has not. seeing how the meds are hitting him, making him lose weight and constantly fatigued with yellow whites in the eyes, makes me weep. i cried.
how many more must i weep for.
and my newly extracted lower left molar is throbbing like a son of a bitch.
a close friend is dying from stage 2 stomach cancer which has spread to his colons, and it's only about 9 months since the diagnosis. and he is becoming weaker and weaker by the day, and i cannot see him because he refused me entry to his ward after i have searched every hospital on his whereabouts. he was the only one whom gave me his shoulder to cry on, and his chest to rest in, when i was bound for Admiralty.
a friend's mother has fell again after having battled with cancer 4 years ago. the mother's words to him are heart breaking. and i remembered what my mum said a few days ago: "how many more healthy years do I have? maybe 10, maybe 12. or 8. but that much is certain, it will come to an end."
two young friends, barely 20, is newly diagnosed with hiv. one has begun medication and the other has not. seeing how the meds are hitting him, making him lose weight and constantly fatigued with yellow whites in the eyes, makes me weep. i cried.
how many more must i weep for.
and my newly extracted lower left molar is throbbing like a son of a bitch.