Wednesday 31 August 2011

The Adventures of Bob and Dick.

".....and then he did a mould of her vagina!"  Not exactly the sort of thing you expect to hear when you're sitting in a little hospital courtyard sipping your illicit lemonade, but it made me both wince and giggle like a fool.  Which I'm pretty sure was her intention.  Because that's what she does.  She makes me laugh when it seems like there's nothing really to laugh about.  And she always knows exactly what it will take.  (Though, if discussing an art piece made entirely of plaster cast vaginas doesn't make you laugh you really have no sense of humour).

When I think back to that fateful day in 2008 when we first met I could never have imagined how important she would become to my life.  Who knew that developing Bob would lead to anything good?  And yet it did, and the fact that it was so unexpected makes it all the sweeter.

There we both were, in a small hospital gym, surrounded by a gaggle of grey-haired Franks and Merles.  The only two patients in the room who didn't have first had knowledge of the Great Depression.  We bonded over illness, over an upturned life, over a love of Johnny Depp, and being hit on by sleazy elderly Lotharios.

She knows only too well the world of doctors and sickness.  She's faced it head on, and left me in awe of her determination and courage.  And even during those times, she reached out to me, and to others.  Her generous heart and giving spirit always in evidence.

She is an expert at taking my mind off being sick.  It's often only after she leaves and my heart feels lighter and my cheeks hurt from laughing, that I realise what she's done.  In many ways it's not even that she stops me from feeling like the sick person, instead the sickness becomes irrelevant and she reminds me that I'm still here.

I know I am lucky to have found a kindred spirit with a wicked sense of humour.  Someone who understands what being ill, and the baggage that comes with it, means.  Someone who simply gets it.  But most of all, I know I am lucky because I found a true friend.

I don't know if there are any words to adequately describe what her friendship has meant to me over the last few years. I know I have struggled writing this post more than most.  And I know these few barely touch the surface.

But I am proud to call her my friend, and even happier that she calls me hers.

Happy birthday Kerri.

Michelle :)


  1. A beautiful tribute to friendship - you are blessed to have her!!

  2. What a beautiful post and what a great excuse for the two of you to indulge in a bottle (or two) of some fancy bubbles!

  3. I am so happy that you have someone who can make you laugh and share what most do not even know about. True friendship is so hard to find.

    But now my Bob Twin has a friend who has the same birthday as I do???? Just a little weird if you ask me.

    Happy Birthday and thank for being there Kerri!!!

    Bob Twin otherwise known as Jane

  4. Aww. That might have been the cutest, sweetest, most endearing thing I've ever read. *swoon*

  5. aw thats lovely, glad you found someone that understands. xxxx

  6. Michelle, this brought a tear to my eye and I am much a cynic these days. Good friends are very hard to come by, loyalty and ongoing chronic illness on the friendship front I have found has tested most and found them wanting.

    To have one good true friend is worth more than all the worlds riches.

  7. Nonna - thanks Nonna I am blessed to have her.

    Elizabeth - you are a wise woman, it is indeed a good reason to indulge in a bottle or two. :)

    Jane - that is so freaky that the 2 of you have the same birthday. True friends are a real gift.

  8. Elly Lou - thanks babe.

    Em - thanks, I'm lucky to have her in my life.

    Achelois - I know what you mean. Chronic illness is a real litmus test on friendship, those you think will stay go and those you never expected stay and then sometimes you get lucky and meet someone who you would never have met if you hadn't become ill.

  9. That first sentence made me snort my pumpkin soup bwahahaha


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