Fighting

Sometimes we are at loss for words. Some things should be kept private, but I just need to clear my ideas so I am putting them down on (virtual) paper.

A friend of mine has brain cancer. She's had it for a year now. After the diagnosis doctors said she won't live for more than three months. I remember talking to her before leaving for Lux and saying: "I'll see you when I come home for Christmas" and her going: "Let's hope so". Half a year on she's still alive and fighting like a lion.

At first, the tumor was too big to be removed. It then decreased in size (something unprecedented, the doctors said) and my friend was operated. After surgery she lost sight on one eye and could not move her right leg. She went through chemotherapy, radiotherapy and what have you. She ended up in a wheelchair for a while. Three months ago she was on crutches, now she walks normally. She's a real fighter.

The experimental cure she underwent as part of the cancer treatment damaged her left lung. She's left with less then half of it now and needs a new one. The problem is she is struggling to find a donour because she's blood type 0 - and it's hard to find a compatible donour. For someone to be compatible, they would need to be blood type 0- and about the same age as her.

Since I saw her yesterday, I've been wondering if she'll ever find a donour. I've been asking myself to what lengths people are ready to go to help another human being and wether we really are human and humain beings.

The reason why I just cannot stop thinking about it is that she is 27. Just like me. And blood type 0-. Just like me.