It’s a strange and sensitive subject.
Because over the last few years some of the most wonderful friendships have been formed or cemented. People have risen to help, pulling me out of dazes, force feeding me doughnuts and grilled cheese, taking me on days out, demanding I let them visit, treating me like normal but also understanding my limitations.
But other friends seem to have disappeared. Visits become few and far between. They don’t text or call so much any more. They ask too much and don’t understand I’m not able to do as much or visit them as much. Or at all. They see this as me giving up on our friendship.
So, let’s try and be more positive. Don’t just tell me how shit your current situation is or moan about the things you should be grateful for.
Tell me the beauty in the day.
Tell me your favourite thing you saw.
Or about the delicious thing you are.
Or the funny thing you overheard.
Tell me about your dreams, and your hopes, and what you did to make them come a little bit closer to coming true.