I went to East Farleigh near Maidstone In Kent for the weekend to visit my wife's sister. I did not want to go. I've never liked her she Is one of those people that like's to argue. If I was to say that black Is black she would argue that sometime's It could be white.
The reason for this entry. I met a man Saturday night who has suffered the same cancer that I had. we chatted for about ten minute's he told me he now has trouble with his prostrate and they are thinking of removing It. I asked him how he felt about this. he replied. " I've got to be brave" I said I'm sorry. I can't talk no more It's to upsetting and a tear trickled down my face. we avoided each other for the rest of the night. I met his wife the next day. he was not there. she said her husband told her that he had met a very nice man In the pub "me" he said we both felt the same that we both really did not want to talk about It. It was upsetting.
