It is hard to explain the way I have experienced this year and a half. One thing I have come to realize, is that it really did fly by. It seems like just last week I was leaving work and heading to a bar to throw back a couple on a Friday. Regular life. I was laughing because I was genuinely happy, and looking forward to all that life would bring me in the future. This I believe has been one of the main issues when it comes to my relationships with other people. In their world, a lot has happened in a year and a half. Maybe it dragged on for them because they were stuck in some boring job they wanted out of. So a week goes by, then a month, then a few months, and all of the sudden we have lost touch. The reasoning is usually always the same, “I’m so sorry…I’m sure you have had a lot going on… you seem really busy…. I have been keeping up with your blog and Instagram.”. Oh have you? Good for you. So because of that you think that we are still friends? I guess it was “cool” to have a friend that was dying at first, but now that I have decided to turn it all around you don’t need me on your roster anymore. Well here’s the truth. It hurts. Inside I am still the same person who isn’t sick. I know I can’t do everything I used to be able to, but that doesn’t mean not to ask. Yes for a while I was unable to drive – but that was months ago. I am fully capable now and could come visit – but how would you know that because you never care to ask.
It is very true that when something big happens in your life you discover who your true friends are. What they don’t explain is if you wait it out, a lot of those friends will fizzle away to leave you with your actual TRUE list. Thank you for those who continue to stick by my side even though I am no longer the “cool dying girl”.
For everyone else, please learn from this – as I am sure one day someone else you know will need support. A simple text every now and again to just say hello, or send a funny picture, or whatever – really says a lot. “I think of you often” doesn’t do anything.