*hugs* TC sucks. I am sorry you are in the family now. I hope the best for you and your boyfriend. I was 23 when my husband was told he had TC. Granted I was married and a mother it was hard. I just have to say be his biggest cheerleader. Be there to lift him up when he is down. During treatment my husband look hrm.. best way to put it.... horrible. He looked like he was on his death bed, but when I looked at him I saw a fighter. I saw what a true suvivior looked like. He was/is my rock and I am his. All this did was bring us closer.
I say go over there and see him. Make a little basket, a blanket, popcorn, drinks (healthy ones!) and movies. Make it a date night. Leave him little messages with post its. Show up at treatment with his favorite food for lunch. Let him know you are not giving up on him easily and you are in it for hte long haul.
I say go over there and see him. Make a little basket, a blanket, popcorn, drinks (healthy ones!) and movies. Make it a date night. Leave him little messages with post its. Show up at treatment with his favorite food for lunch. Let him know you are not giving up on him easily and you are in it for hte long haul.
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