Soul Dose

I'd like to tell you about my friends who are simply the best.

OK I should repeat that my friends are the best, they've been in this from day one, they visit me and we laugh like there's no tomorrow. They never changed, they never made assumptions, they never judged, when my illness started they didn't treat me differently, they treated me as the old SK they've always known.

• SK is a nickname this guy friend of mine gave me, it means Street Kid and I got it during my wild days but this post isn't about that, we'll talk about it another time, or not we'll see.

I was talking to another friend of mine the other day and she was telling me of their reactions when they first heard I was ill... As an extremely energetic and hyper person they all first thought my illness news weren't true, then they started thinking it was a passing thing but one of them decided to come see me. When she saw me she was shocked and reduced to tears, what was even harder was watching me shake and vomit every 5 minutes, at first she feared I wasn't gonna wake up, then she started seeing just how serious things were.

A few days later she gathered about 15 of my friends and told them to come see me before I died, like everyone including myself at the time she also believed the only place it was going was 6 feet under...  Yes I was a popular girl with lots of genuine friends......................................... My friends came two days later and I was wheeled to the living room, the minute I saw them I smiled and cried at the same time, it was hard not to because those clowns were already crying so I decided to join the fun, ha ha ha.

We sat and talked, well they talked while I signed and wrote what was really important on  my phone.. And then they gave me the fruits and juice they had brought for me, I didn't wanna disappoint them and I took a sip.

The usual happened, I threw up and had a huge fit attack, it lasted for about 10 minutes and my mouth was foaming by the time I stopped breathing and fainted.

By then the living room was empty, all my friends had ran out, some were hiding behind the house crying, others were in the veranda, others were behind the tree (each one of them is a bigger sissy then the last but I love them). I woke up after a few minutes but had difficulty breathing, seeing how freaked they were made me pretend like I was OK and  after some convincing they came back into the house.

They spent a few hours updating me on the latest developments in their lives and the day was great, being with my friends made me feel normal and I invited them to my 21st birthday party.

The 21st was gonna be divided into two, I was gonna have the traditional celebration which is a Zulu "Coming Of Age" celebration, then we were gonna have the decorations and cake celebration, pity I wasn't gonna actively participate in any part. The Zulu part requires a lot of Zulu dancing and the other part is all about eating and dancing to loud music and drinking and all that, I couldn't do any of that but still I was looking forward to it.

To conclude I'm gonna say I have lots of friends but about 7 best friends, these girls are my insides, they mean so much to me and I love them to bits...... They've made life easier and tolerable, they give me strength and make me feel normal, they're my touchstones and blessings from God.