So what would you do if you were told that you had terminal cancer and you only had 6 months to live … at most? Would you reach for your bucket list and try to cram in all the things you ever wanted to do before you died. In only a few short weeks instead of many long years? Or would you have to quit work due to the agonising pain brought on by your cancer … wait for your house to be re-possessed because you no longer had the money to pay the mortgage … and live out your last few weeks ‘under the bridge’ in a cardboard box?
I’ve known the blogger ‘Amusing Bunni’ for many years. She was the first blogger from across ‘the pond’ to ever leave a comment on one of my blog posts. Fiesty and opinionated. Always ready to help support my free speech approach, to exposing government lies, spin and corruption. She was also friendly. And fun. As many of the other British bloggers, she has supported over the years, will readily tell you.
I received an email from my friend Bunni a few days ago.
Bunni is no longer amused.
Here are the relevant points from that mail :
It’s not good at all …..I’ll give you a short version. I’m diagnosed with HCC, Terminal Liver cancer. It’s inoperable, untreatable and fatal. The Drs give me 3 to 6 months to live. There’s nothing they can do. There are so many tumors and my liver is very enlarged. One tumor is 9 INCHES big. They can’t get them out or do anything. I just will visit the cancer doc probably a few more times and then it’s the palliative care DRs who adjust the pain medication. I’m in of pain w/ my stomach, and have been for months ….
…. The bad part is I have no money, enuf for a few months of mortgage. I can’t go back to work with my horrible pains, I can hardly walk a block or so, so I’m gonna apply for SSA disability benefits, and when they kick me out of the work insurance (in a month or less) apply for medicade. I’m in bad straights and I’m more sad and scared about my lack of money situation more than anything.
Several pals suggested I blog about it and get everyone else to, and set up a pay pal account. I used to think they were annoying, when you’re begging for travel funds or something, but since this is a life and death situation, I can’t be proud.
I was stunned. Totally shocked.
How the fuck are you supposed to respond to news like that … from a fellow blogger … from someone you respect … from a dear friend. From someone who is desperate for help in her hour of need. From someone I know would normally be too proud to ask.
It’s easy …
If you pray. Then pray. For a fucking miracle.
If you have fingers on your hand then please, please, please visit Bunni on her website and leave a comment. Give her all the emotional support you can possibly muster. Christ knows she needs it right now.
If you have cash. Send some. Anything. Even if you don’t know her personally, then there can’t be many readers of this blog that wouldn’t empathise with a fellow blogger’s similar approach to exposing government bullshit. OK. I know times are hard but I would guess that most of us expect to live a few more years yet. We can earn more cash. Bunni can’t. Do you really want someone, that has given so much to the independent blogosphere over the years, to die in agony. Under a bridge. In a cardboard box.
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God bless you Bunni ;-)