MY LITTLE BROTHER HAS CANCER

Well the inevitable has started to happen and the Chemotherapy fluids have started to have a detrimental effect on Bros hair follicles and bit by bit im afraid to say he is losing the small amount he had left…..it’s a very sad time and as always when your feeling sad you always hear songs on the radio that make a tear well in your eye…and when I was driving this morning I heard that timeless classic of Gilbert O Sullivans…and a tear welled in my eye and I heard myself singing gently along to it because it did so remind me of my beautiful brother…and so I would like you to share it with me…..
  CLAIRE….BY Gilbert O Sullivan



Hair…..I looked in the mirror up there,
My eyes popped from my head, yes I swear
I was bald as a coot, with just the odd root,

And then,  I knew that I was in for some trouble
I rubbed with my hand and felt stubble
I wish it would grow, but it would only glow.

And try…. as hard as I might do, to grow  it back,
It looks like its had a back sack and crack,

I shudder a little when people look up and smile,
I am going to be known as cue ball for quite a while

Oh hair,…. hair…..

Hair …I suppose I could get me a wig
An helmet and look like the Stig
I look like a t*** …I am getting an hat

But why ?,  in spite of its looks,  why do I cry ?
When I have a bath or a shower its easy to dry

When I walk down the street I’m feeling dapper and dandy
And I hear someone say ..its  fooking Mahatma Ghandi

Oh Hair ..Hair

Hair… I am  starting to really despair..

You might think I’m a looney
With a transplant like Rooney
 No you can’t have Brylcreem
There is enough of a gleem…… but wait

While I in an effort to give it a comb
And I know what you think. Fek me Chrome dome!!

It can be murder falling out lock by lock
And its making me look like a fat balding cock..


Oh Hair….Hair


Oh….Hair…rrr..rrr