Or, how can I forget, the random texts because "You're sick, I know you're not doing anything, so you're always there for me!"
That one would probably cause a not so nice tongue lashing to be given out if it was sent to me. Yeah, I'm sick, it doesn't mean I don't have a life.
I noticed lately that my friend, Kelly, has been rather quiet, and she's stopped doing some of the things that I know she loves to do, like her acting classes. Tonight, I asked her how she was doing, and she gave the standard "ok" that we are all used to giving. I wasn't taking that, though. I know better. I pressed it, and finally she told me how she was really feeling, that her own ailments are wearing her down, but she finds it hard to rest. I ask her a lot of questions, but it's only so that I can understand what she goes through. It's not like she hasn't done the same to me over the years. She's even come to dialysis with me when I visit her. I wonder if she'd let me go to chemo with her