Fucking shitty fuck sticks
Our darling Jojo
My heart is heavy, I am completely overwhelmed with sadness, I miss you so much already, I keep expecting to see your face pop up on our group. The Seven Bitches (something a group of 7 year olds would call themselves but who cares were awesome), brought together through the shit storm of cancer and I'm so glad I can call you my friend.
Endless days,nights weeks and months of conversation about relationships, cancer, side effects, scars,treatment, toilet/bum problems,sex, holidays, future plans, bitching (Obvs), puppies, trashy TV (ex on the beach), vac beds, dandelion tattoos, chorizo cat, superheroes, wigs, venting our frustration about everything, chemo brow, pug videos, politics. I think about these conversations, we all talk about these conversations and for a moment I smile, actually I find myself laughing so hard that I cry, and when I'm sad I find myself thinking about your train journey home wearing a pad "just in case" and Sleeping in leggings...
You made me smile through my tears when I was diagnosed with bone metastasis, you even checked in on me from your bed last week.
We all miss you, everyday, all day.
Until the next time- I know you'll have a drink and a couple of puppies waiting for me xo
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