Open letter

While I cannot be thankful for my cancer in most respects, we need to be grateful for my doctors and treatments for giving me the chance to fight this illness. And if there ever comes a time when the treatments no longer work, I need you all to know that I will always be grateful for having lived my life with you in it. And I hope you feel the same about me.
I know I could have been a better mother, that I could have made the effort and see people, that I could have taken you out more. I was so worried Elijah, so worried I would lose you.
I know that most of all Mummy, you feel so guilty about me having to wait for things sometimes...when you have to ask me to wait a while for a snack because the baby needs feeding, when you have to ask me to wait until last to get out of the car because the baby needs to go first.
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I hope that one day I may be able to meet you and find the words to say how truly thankful I really am. So, thank you - thank you for signing up on the register, thank you for agreeing to donate, and thank you for undergoing the operation. Thank you for saving my life.
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I want to let you know, that we appreciate you. We are so thankful for you and for the tireless work you put in, day in, day out. By 'we', I don't just mean patients, but patient's families and friends too.
You are a rather strange being, my darling, but I love the bones of you. I love your laugh and the way you indiscriminately use 'BAAAAAA' as the sound for all farmyard animals. I love your crazy hair and the fact that you always smell of Cow & Gate Spaghetti Bolognese, even when you've had a wash.