The support I get through daily telephone conversations with my parents and my boss, who unanimously tell me that I am a good, brave and strong boy and more likely than not will actually survive this ordeal, just aren't nearly enough to console me.
No hugs and kisses please, just kind and supportive words will do fine! Just tell me you think I may survive, even if you do not believe it yourself. (You are allowed to lie to a dying man!)
