I am the youngest of 7 kids (old fossiles now!) It is amazing that I get cancer and all of a sudden I exsist to my remaining sister and 3 brothers. I always had the rubbish Christmas cards but nothing else, which to be honest I prefered, then when I was diagnosed my son told me to contact my family and if I didn't he was going to (I wasn't going to because I felt that if they have never bothered with me before, not to bother at all)
Well I saw the final brother yesterday, I didn't want to go but I thought, get it out of the way!
My family are worried about their own mortality, eldest brother and sister die from cancer, now baby sister might, oh please, I feel quite insulted by it all, I don't do bulls**t, never have done, never will. I have never been up to their standards, I have tatoos and a stud through my nose and lip, I ride a huge motor bike and I am a bouncer (the shame of it!) It has taken me years to perfect all this and I do find it amusing to get the "Oh you would think she would grow up at nearly fifty" look, no chance, I always said I would grow old disgracefully and I certainly am. Right on.
So now I hope that they are happy that they have done their duty and all seen little sis and things can go back to normal...love and hugs to those that want them from The weird but wonderfull Kezzerbird!
