Dear Bazza,
I don’t post often, as I’ve often little to say. I read regularly,and on occasions feel I can post with some worth or ask questions. Your honesty and raw pain has helped many of us, reality is sometimes sugar coated and blindly covered. This little poem has helped me through many times, and today it’s for you.
My husband is Gleason 9 Tb3, he’s had rough times, painful times ,times of joy, laughter happiness and peace. Personal grief from people we loved, and people’s failure to understand this awful bloody disease.
Sadly the British system let him down badly, he was misdiagnosed for three years. We have plans, fears, tears and justifiable anger at times too.
It’s not just what you’re born with
But what you choose to bear
It’s not how large your share is
But how much you can share
It’s not the fights you dream of
But the ones you really fought
It’s not just what you’re given
But what you do with what you’ve got.
Si Kahn American singer song writer.
Leila