Its been five years this week since my brother died of mouth cancer, he was only 35 so was very young for mouth cancer. I’ve been feeling a bit down this week and have just been having a look through some of the posts that he made on his cancer support website. One of them is very poignant (or at least I think so). I thought I would share it on here but before I do, I just wanted to explain that he had several operations to remove the cancer and he had half of his tongue and jaw bone removed which meant he couldn’t speak properly or eat anything solid. It also made people stare at him sometimes which he hated.
The story he wrote was called Dreams of Rhiannon, I don’t have a clue why though.
I have moved the story to here, as part of the Writing Workshop
Makes me cry every time I read it 🙁
Right, sad post over, back to business as usual tomorrow I think.