Everybody is Sick
First off, cancer sucks!
If I see or hear of one more person I know and love has been told the bad news I might throw up.
I have a couple of old friends battling hard and one guy I’ve known for about 22 years is really struggling to catch his breath. I try and make him laugh a little.
“How you feeling?” I asked when I saw him on Friday.
“Sleep is rough and I can’t walk more than 50’ without gasping for breath. I hate cancer.”
“You’re still whining about that?” I asked, and he laughed.
And I’ve battled sore and tired and painful legs and hips, but it’s nothing compared to what he, and others are going through.
“Just keep punching back,” I told him. “If you stop punching you’ll lose.”
“I’m punching,” he said. “And when I swing my fist I’m outta’ air.”
I played a round of golf on Thursday with my good buddies.
Played lousy again with some great shots sprinkled in.
Had a blast and forgot about leg pain...
...until the round was over and I was walking to my car.
“Why you limping?” My buddy battling cancer asked the next day.
“My legs are killing me?” I said.
He said the one thing that I really needed him to say:
“You still whining about that?”
To all my friends and loved ones battling to feel better:
PUNCH
BACK!
Don’t give up.
Don’t ever give up.
If I see or hear of one more person I know and love has been told the bad news I might throw up.
I have a couple of old friends battling hard and one guy I’ve known for about 22 years is really struggling to catch his breath. I try and make him laugh a little.
“How you feeling?” I asked when I saw him on Friday.
“Sleep is rough and I can’t walk more than 50’ without gasping for breath. I hate cancer.”
“You’re still whining about that?” I asked, and he laughed.
And I’ve battled sore and tired and painful legs and hips, but it’s nothing compared to what he, and others are going through.
“Just keep punching back,” I told him. “If you stop punching you’ll lose.”
“I’m punching,” he said. “And when I swing my fist I’m outta’ air.”
I played a round of golf on Thursday with my good buddies.
Played lousy again with some great shots sprinkled in.
Had a blast and forgot about leg pain...
...until the round was over and I was walking to my car.
“Why you limping?” My buddy battling cancer asked the next day.
“My legs are killing me?” I said.
He said the one thing that I really needed him to say:
“You still whining about that?”
To all my friends and loved ones battling to feel better:
PUNCH
BACK!
Don’t give up.
Don’t ever give up.
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