i want to use English for practicing.so,,, could someone talk with me in English?

both my mother and my boyfriend got cancer over the summer (boyfriend got leukemia & mother got breast cancer) they both need serious surgeries next week & im scared i may lose one or both of them. they’ll will be bed-ridden for a month due to their surgeries and i don’t think i can handle it emotionally. help?

Oh, gosh. My heart goes out to you, and to your mother and boyfriend. What a nightmare.

I think all you can do is make sure your support network is in place, and put them all on high alert for the next month. Let everyone know what you’re going through and what you might need from them. You’ll be under a lot of stress and might need to call on them a lot for support, and you might not have the energy to show up for them the same way you usually do. Most friends are 100% okay with going into support mode when it is a short term thing and you alert them ahead of time. If you have local friends who will step up to the plate for you (or if your mother or boyfriend do!), ask if they would mind making time to help out in more concrete ways, even if it’s just once or twice: coming over with dinner, helping you clean up, or just making sure you get out of the house to catch a movie or take a good walk can make such a difference.

You’re not in this alone. Everyone who cares about you, your mother, or your boyfriend is going to understand that these are extraordinary circumstances and that you’re going to need extra support. Don’t be shy about calling on them! It isn’t selfish or demanding: this is what support networks are for!

“I’m bored so let’s meet up so we can be bored together” is an underrated form of hang out that screams of comfort and fondness and love. The epitome of friendship and boredom.

‘I miss you everyday’ seemed like an impossible task, an unkept promise, a twisted white lie. Until I found out it isn’t.

God, I miss you. I miss you like I breathe, like I blink, sneeze, roll my eyes. It’s not a task, not a promise, and sure as hell not a lie because what would I gain from admitting that thinking about you isn’t something that I do, but something that happens to me on it’s own. I don’t imagine your face before I sleep or recall our conversations in my free time. You’re just there, like a low humming sound, a bright colour in peripheral vision. You’re in some nerve of my brain, a corner of my heart, subconsciously keeping me occupied. And on days like today, when you occupy the forefront of my mind, I realise vividly that it is painful still, that the past two years haven’t dissolved the lump lodged in my throat. Time hasn’t dulled the pain like I was promised it would. I love you friend, I’m so happy we made peace, wished we could’ve done it sooner. Every moment fighting and making up with you, I cherished then and I do now. You were so annoyingly perfect, charmingly flawed, and you know I’m not just saying it because you’re not here anymore. Are you smiling cheekily? I bet you are.

Happy birthday, lark. I miss you everyday.

17 September 2021.