I had a saviour over this time ,if it wasn't for this Angel and yes I 'll call her an angel as she does shimmer with brightness and looks gorgeous in white
My Chris ,my friend has rung me every morning for as long as I have had my cancer .
The mornings after the night' s with the head that rolled ,with the weird walk roll,when I was floating then drowning ,and spinning ,with shadows of black and grey. The mornings when the thing at the end would. not.work.
The phone would ring and I would get up to answer.....it was like magic sometimes......
'Good morning Gorgeous ',she would say ...and my day was brighter insatantly .
She never knew how bad it was ,but remember I didn''t either.
This brain of mine could wipe things out as quick as a wave swallowing the sand .
So my saviour girl