I still remember when my sister was sick as a kid and my dad asked her if she was going to puke because she looked like she was. She got half way through saying “no” when she abruptly projectile vomited all over him.
My grandfather (Sit Tibi Terra Levis) told us not to worry and that he was alright when he started using a cane all of a sudden, that he was just ‘sore’.
He later found out that he had a cancer tumor that shattered his thigh bone. He was walking on it with nothing but a cane and grit. Tough old guy, gods love him, but it’s okay to not be okay.
“Are you okay?”
Me, seconds from dying: “Yeah, don’t worry about it”
I still remember when my sister was sick as a kid and my dad asked her if she was going to puke because she looked like she was. She got half way through saying “no” when she abruptly projectile vomited all over him.
I get shit from my kids about this.
My grandfather (Sit Tibi Terra Levis) told us not to worry and that he was alright when he started using a cane all of a sudden, that he was just ‘sore’.
He later found out that he had a cancer tumor that shattered his thigh bone. He was walking on it with nothing but a cane and grit. Tough old guy, gods love him, but it’s okay to not be okay.
It’s a lesson I’m still trying to learn, myself.