Last Day With Girl Monday Before Her Op

Breast Cancer.

We could’ve gone a mushy and smushy but n’ah. She’s not that type of girl so….

…He’s threatened to come round and dye her hair.

I may have no hair after the chemo.

Shut up, you tart. ‘Course you will.

And I’ve threatened to land on her doorstep with a thousand questions if she doesn’t keep in contact.

Oh. Shit. That’s all I’ll effin’ need.

BTW : WE don’t do pity parties.

Girl Monday is from tough working stock too. Her family were pig farmers. Both of her sons are now farmers.

We come from that JUST GET ON WITH IT tribe.

No less love. Just no Am Dram…FFS.

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