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  • My aunt had pulled the book out of her handbag the last time we met. I love Winnie the Pooh and his little sayings. She'd been to a book fair, seen it and thought of me. I decided to have a read of it with my afternoon tea.

    Then a text message came through from a number that wasn't in my phone..

    15:53

    Hey how r u? X

    As I was feeling very afternoon teaish polite, I didn't like to say I had lost the person's name from my phone and thought if I just continued I could guess who it was from what they said..

    I'm doing okay. How are you?

    Not good really. My Mom is V ill.

    This didn't help me with the persons identity, and how now could I say I didn't know who they were.. and was this friend or a family member? What should I do?

    Oh no. what's wrong? Anything I can do? Be a friendly ear perhaps?

    Maybe the person would want to talk and I'd recognise the voice..

    She has severe liver cancer. It's everywhere in body. Liver, lungs and bones. So scared. We found out 2day. Just numb and feel sick. V tired now but might call you one of the days. Xx

    My heart skipped a beat. My mother died of cancer and watching that is the worst thing I've ever been through. This is why they'd texted. They needed someone who understood.

    Please do, Have been through this and know how it feels. Get plenty of rest, you will get through this. Take care. Am here if you need. Love. x

    Thanks. Sorry if it's brought back memories of your mom. Will call one of days. xx

    Not at all. There are so many people who get cancer, but there's also a lot that can be done. Get support. Look after your mum & let me know if I can do anything. x

    Thank u xx

    Many thoughts rushed through my head. I flicked through the book as I thought, why had I put myself in that stupid position? Who's mum had cancer? Why didn't I just phone them when they first told me? My mind filled with the day my mother got the news as I sat with her in the Oncologist's office, that sickness I felt flooded back into me. I flipped absently through the book. The pages fell open at a chapter about Eeyore. My eyes glanced over words and they suddenly seemed like a message too.

    The Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a thistly corner of the forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?"...

    And I wondered if the person would have opened up if I'd initially gone into a spiel about how my phone had broken and when I'd upgraded the numbers hadn't copied over as iTunes hadn't kept the backup so I didn't have their number in my new phone so didn't know who they were. Probably not.

    Sometimes I guess we don't know the why or the wherefore of stuff that happens.
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