I don't think any of us were expecting to hear the words coming out of the doctor's mouth today.
Not really.
I mean, we knew there was a chance the tumour in your brain could be cancerous.....and I knew you were prepared to do things the conventional way if that was what the biopsy revealed.
If it would save your life.
If it would save your life.
I never allowed myself to linger on thoughts of anything other than "benign".....a bit of an annoying lump on your brain - but one that could be dealt with. The thought of you not getting better, simply wasn't an option in my mind.
Yet, here we are.
Incurable. Terminal. No hope. Death.
Numbness. Disbelief. What the actual fuck?
And you...so prepared in your own thoughts.....so brave - straight in to Plan B.
Cake.
I love you my most amazingly awesome biggest bro'!
