I am cancer

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I am cancer. 2

He called me after a trip to Moscow in my "green" affairs: "Lyokh, I'm dying."

From two to ten, I am a mother of Petrozavodsk ambulance - Grandfather seventy -eighth. The BSMP accepted it unconditionally, not sparing tomographs and examinations - a veteran, a captain of a long -range voyage.

When he visited him, he rejoiced, smiled and often thanked. And I only thought about how I would have to rely on this year. Metastases in the head ...

After the New Year, through the efforts of the Lenin Surgeon, he fell into oncology. A couple of days later I visited it - I was out of spirit, I complained that I had dropped a bag of razor and charging for a phone somewhere. By the way, they were found later at home, he forgot them. And on Sunday - a blow, ITAR and transfer to the hospice.

A week later he came to his senses, even gathered home. And on Tuesday died.

Fly, my dear, high ... Pass the bow of Lyubov Sergeyevna ... We love you ...

To be continued...