weesophz
Well-Known Member
He's not a horse, he's a friend of mine.
A quiet boy, a funny boy, a boy that dyed his hair bright blue.
When my friend was 7 years old, he was diagnosed with lung cancer. He fought bravely, and the end result was that he was to live the rest of his life with one stong healthy lung.
In june of this year, the cancer was back. I got the news when i was on holiday, and sent him info on cancer treatments id heard about while in the usa. Connor was told he was terminal, but they would still treat him with radiotherapy. He underwent a serious operation, which involved removing several ribs, part of his remaining lung and something to do with his heart aswell. The chance of him even surviving the operation were low, but he went ahead anyway and pulled through. He joked that the scars that were left were from a shark bite, and they sure did look it. When his hair started to grow back after his aggressive chemo, he dyed it blue. Bright blue. Sky blue.
Weeks after the operation, he was told it hadnt worked. Conner battered on with more chemo, and more radiotherapy. He even joked about the side effects of his drugs. One of them caused "moonface" and he joked and said "Hi im connor and i have a case of MOONFACE." He did make me laugh.
2 days ago he told us all that this was it. The demon has taken over, and he did not have long left go. The last message on his twitter page was that he loves us all. And we all love him. He died last night. We all knew it was coming, but its still so sad, and so painful. He will be missed by many. The thing I will remember most, is that in high school he had bright blonde hair that was always spiked directly up, and he often wore a jumper that looked like it had been made out of several different jumpers. So bright.
Rip Connor, you wonderful, brave, strong strong boy.
A quiet boy, a funny boy, a boy that dyed his hair bright blue.
When my friend was 7 years old, he was diagnosed with lung cancer. He fought bravely, and the end result was that he was to live the rest of his life with one stong healthy lung.
In june of this year, the cancer was back. I got the news when i was on holiday, and sent him info on cancer treatments id heard about while in the usa. Connor was told he was terminal, but they would still treat him with radiotherapy. He underwent a serious operation, which involved removing several ribs, part of his remaining lung and something to do with his heart aswell. The chance of him even surviving the operation were low, but he went ahead anyway and pulled through. He joked that the scars that were left were from a shark bite, and they sure did look it. When his hair started to grow back after his aggressive chemo, he dyed it blue. Bright blue. Sky blue.
Weeks after the operation, he was told it hadnt worked. Conner battered on with more chemo, and more radiotherapy. He even joked about the side effects of his drugs. One of them caused "moonface" and he joked and said "Hi im connor and i have a case of MOONFACE." He did make me laugh.
2 days ago he told us all that this was it. The demon has taken over, and he did not have long left go. The last message on his twitter page was that he loves us all. And we all love him. He died last night. We all knew it was coming, but its still so sad, and so painful. He will be missed by many. The thing I will remember most, is that in high school he had bright blonde hair that was always spiked directly up, and he often wore a jumper that looked like it had been made out of several different jumpers. So bright.
Rip Connor, you wonderful, brave, strong strong boy.
