The gift
It was cancer. He’d eaten himself up. Consumed with survivor guilt and the daily nightmare of being alive.
Bowel cancer. Great for weight loss he laughed. Looks like I’ll be struggling to find shoes to match the colostomy bag Dave.
If you’re wearing s**t shoes mate, I definitely won’t be following in your footsteps.
John’s belly went from 8 months pregnant to his normal beer gut in a long winded trumpeting high c that Satchmo would have been proud of.
Bit more choke and that would have started! laughs Dave
Sorry said John blushing. Can’t help it.
No worries, says Dave mouth breathing to combat the smell of this gastro ward. Could have been worse. Could have been in my last pound of flour. Talk about waiting for the dust to settle…
John cracked up. Dave always crac
