Long Illness

Hello Sara,

It's been a miserable week here with the rain falling constantly and it really does not help my efforts to raise my friend's spirit.

I had sent her the poem, and hope she will be strong. I confident that she will pull through.

You asked about my name, from my surname you can see that it is western.
My father is English and my mother is Chinese so I'm mixed. But nationality wise I'm British.

Was born in Hong Kong and attend school both in Hong Kong and England.
After school I decided to return to Hong Kong.

Have been travelling quite a bit, but still like this small town I live in.

Warmest regards,

Steve

Hi Sara,

I know it's crazy, I'm in Hong Kong and you are in CA! It seems like we are just next door to each other and been friends for some time.

Yes, I thought it would be better not to let my mother know. Of course she knew I was in hospital, but my surgeon agreed to tell her that they were minor operations. She is quite old, I couldn't see that telling her would help. I don't want her to worry and cause her any grief. I could not put her through the stress and the strain, she would probably not be able to take it. This was about 2.5 years ago.

I just got news today of a friend of mine in a similar situation and put pen to paper and wrote a poem to boost her up. You can take a look.

So I won't turn suicidal, I've already seen the worst that can happen to me.

Lol XOXO

Steve

Dear Sara,

I was hospitalized a while back for about two months. I was quite seriously ill, had two major operations that remove three growths on my back.

I was so weak at one stage that the doctors put me into isolation and told me that I had only a 50% chance with my last operation. They even sent in a Chaplin to see me before my last operation. At which time I was already in a frame of mind to meet my maker and all that time there was only one person on my mind.

We had a terrible fight 2 months before I fell ill and had actually parted ways. We didn't call or talk to each other. but when she heard that I was ill through some other friends, she showed no hesitation and appeared in my hospital room.

The last operation lasted 4 hours and was performed in the wee hours as I did not want my doctors to tell my mother how serious I was. It would have only made her worry. She still does not know to this day.

I was literally at death's door. It's just the support of my best friend, and the sudden reappearance of the love of my life and my own will power to live that pulled me through.

It's all history now, but for the rest of my days I must go and have check ups, therapy and medication. That's life.

XOXOXO

Warmest regards,

Steve

Dear *Love*You*Not*,

This is actually a thank you to a dear friend of mine who was there for me when I was in hospital and experienced a life threatening episode.

A wise man once said if you can count the number of real friends on the fingers of one hand, then you are a very very lucky man. I feel blessed to have a few that I can really call my true and dear friends.

All the best. XOXOXO

Steve