When you are told in a phone call that a friend, on a short visit to the UK, had been diagnosed with a small cell, rapidly spreading cancer that gave him 6 months at best, it comes as something of a shock. When the Chairman of the Bowling Club asks you to make a card to send from the members, you have to stop and think hard.
Get Well Soon won't do.
Feeling Under the Weather? is fatuous...so

...is what I decided on in the end. They made the decision to stay in England, in a rented apartment near the hospital, so as not to have to overcome the language barrier. He doesn't want to go through chemo; she is desperate to persuade him. We are, indeed, thinking of them.
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Before putting the Funky Hands folder away, to cheer myself up a little, I made some more cards. All the papers are
Funky Hands, the crystal flowers were a gift from my crafting friend Dilys, the dragonfly was punched from a scrap of painted paper, and the tiny pink resin flower was from stash.


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