Two years ago I was having radiotherapy at Western Park Hospital Sheffield and to my surprise so was Jean she is an old schoolmate of Unas, I’ve known her the best part of forty years.
Jean had had a course
of chemotherapy and was on a follow up course of radiotherapy due to the chemo
Jean had lost all her hair eyebrow lashes the lot we almost passed her without
recognition luckily something click and we were all there with our arms round
one another.
When she was younger
she had lovely red hair just like Una, they were so much alike they could be
mistaken for sisters and there she was bald and looking like a little old man I
could have cried for her.
Since the hospital
days we have seen her twice, once for about a minute she was getting off the
Sheffield to Doncaster train and we were boarding it she had hair in fact I had
to ask if it was hers or a wig she pulled it and said mine. Trains wait for no
man so that was all we got to say apart from both of us saying are you OK and
the answer being they say so.
Anyway we were in
Barnsley Market Wednesday and who should we bump into out of the blue Jean with
hair and a big smile we all hugged and talked like only people the have been
knocking on the door and been turned away do.
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