I'm at a loss for words.
I received a call this morning, from my friends Hubby. Saying my friend Sami has got really really really ill. And she's been given days left to live.
I spent all of the 2 hour bus journey up to the hospital, sobbing gently and trying so hard not too think.
I stopped by the Cystic Fibrosis unit, to find out what to expect.
They were really gentle and took me down too the ward too see Sami.
I stayed a few hours, but she was so drugged up, she didn't even know I was there.
Last year 6 of my online friends died because of CF. All of them young. But,I didn't really know them that well. None of this prepared me though for the grief I feel right now.
I've known Sami since we were kids. We used to get upto so much mischief when me Sami and our mate Tony used to be in at the same time.
I've known Sami has been iller than both me and Tony, for a while now. But, she was carrying on normally. She has slipped down hill so rapidly, noone was expecting the end to be so near.
She's trying to fight back, I could tell that.
I feel like part of me is dying with Sami, and I feel like I am truely shattering inside. IT hurts so very bad.
I can do nothing but sit here and cry. She's only 21, only 3 months older than me. She's only been married for 2 years. God noes how Pete must be feeling, hejust looked so helpless. None of this is fair at all.