I arrived in Adelaide all well and good but when i got to my brothers place it took me back to my days going through chemo. When my body weight dropped to 38kg, normal weight was 65kg, I realised what I looked like then just by looking at my brother. Thin, drawn out and totally unaware how dire his situation really is. Out of all the people I have met who were diagnosed cancer and very flippant about it are the ones who never make it back.
Sid has throat cancer, gas a tube inserted into his stomach so he can be fed. He smokes and drinks red wine through his tube and thinks doctors will take it all away with chemo. If and when he has to walk the path, and I hope he doesn’t after doing it rough twice; dancing with death four times in the process. I wouldn’t want anyone to feel life slip through your fingers. That bitter cold that reminds you that death is calling you and you have no control at all, that fine line of life and death. There is no cold in this world that feels like it.