I just finished reading a message from a woman I'm not incredibly fond of, to her brother who was just diagnosed with Hodgkin Lymphoma Cancer.
"I know were not close, but i remember the day you stoped calling me "sissy". I remember things that you never will. Theres one thing that i do know that out of all the people i know you will be able to overcome this. Your a very strong young man. I wish i could do something i really do. I wish that this never happened to you. I wish it happened to me. I know your gonna be ok. I just want to tell you that i do love you. Your my little brother dont forget that. Just think positive. Everyone is on your side and everyone is praying for you. i love you."
And even though she may not be one of my favorite people, I couldn't help but want to give her a hug. In fact, from the moment I met her, I felt like I wanted to befriend her and I felt protective of her in spite of all the red flags that were warning me against it. I don't know him. I may not like her all that much, but I certainly do not hate her... I cannot help but feel empathy pains for her.
I think that in a way, seeing her is like seeing my sister when she was still struggling through all that life had thrown at her as a kid. I do not know her well enough to know what kind of life she has lived, but what I do know is that my heart keeps leading me towards her and I'm still trying to decide how to proceed.
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