Life with Jimmy is pretty boring
Most of it I spend snoring
He likes to send me off balance
It's one of his many talents
He makes my hands shake
Although some think it's fake
He makes my body weak
My outlook on life is bleak
When my head feels like a bomb
It means Jimmy's growing strong
My brain isn't coping so great
It doesn't like it's new best mate
Arms have started to go numb
Jimmy thinks he has won
But I'll keep fighting through
It's all I know how to do.
The more he adds to my pain
The more strength I will gain
I'm a fighter through and through
Come on Jimmy is that the best you can do.
A/N
I don't normal add bits to the bottom but I think Jimmy needs a bit of explaining.
My lesion or lump, tumor what ever you want to call it is in my midbrain deep down where the nerve ending are. So inoperable at moment due to risk of paralysis loss of speech or death.
They are watching Jimmy to monitor his growth rate. It's hard knowing something is growing in your head but there is nothing that can be done at present.
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Me and Jimmy
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