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Albin and me met at nursery school and became best friends straight away. I liked him curly high light hair and the way he could make anything funny. he didn't care what people thought of him, he was just like me.
We went through everything together. First kisses, first Girlfriends, first break-ups. he was one of the most popular Boy in school and I was quite shy, but we told each other everything and I knew we would be friends for life.
Then one day when we were in Gread 12, albin found a lump in his leg. He showed it to me, it was small and hard, near his ankle.
He didn't think much about it, but his dad took him to the doctor and they told him that the lump was cancer. It was the biggest shock to every one because he was such a sporty tom-boyish boy and we'd never thought of him ever getting the disease.
He had an operation to remove the lump almost immediately. I went to visit him in the hospital afterwards. I don't think either of us had really taken in how serious it was at that point.
We thought it was over. Albin felt recovered from the operation quickly and life went on as usual. Then, 3years latter , the cancer came back.
He was so brave...
The cancer was back, and this time it had spread through his stomach and Albin would have to have chemotherapy to ensure that it was all removed.
I felt numb.
It was such a hard time for all of us, especially His, each session of chemotherapy left him weaker, paler and thinner than the last. He had more operations, had him right leg in a sling, then he was on crutches, then walking with a limp. It was one thing after the next. I wondered if he would ever get well.
He was in hospital all the time, and only awake some of the time. I felt bad if I was there one of the lucky times he was awake as it meant "I can't really believe he's gone..."
I was on the bus when I got a call to say that my beautiful, laughing friend Albin had died. I felt numb. I couldn't even cry I just staggered off the bus and walked home to my mum.
Even now I can't really believe he's gone. It's like he got off the train too early or something. All I can do is think about the happy times we shared together. In my head albin is smiling and shaking his blonde hair in the sunshine. That's how I will always remember him. |
