It was Good Friday that the text arrived
“..Been admitted to the Leeds General Infirmary ... gonna have surgery ....
Surgeon may phone you if owt goes wrong”
Seven years younger than I, we met on the road many moons ago…
we had a lot in common,…
like me he had no next of kin, in fact he had no Birth Certificate
(born in an lay-by in Ireland, his mother never got round to registering his birth)…
so we adopted each other …
it wasn’t long afore people just accepted we were brothers…
he became my official “Carer” when I became “ill” ...
represented me in my absence at my Disability Tribunal (and WON)…
now he has an egg-sized tumour on his brain which has doubled in size quite rapidly……
Operating approx 11;30am this morning.
