This Christmas is turning into a time to catch up on old times.
Friends & family we’ve not seen or spoken to for a while, apart from Christmas
cards, seem to phoning us. It’s been lovely to chat to them, even though it has
meant breaking the news of my cancer to them. It’s nice to think they’ve rung
just because they’ve thought about us.
Hearing their news has brought a bit of cheer that the weather of
late has dampened along with everything else.
We had one bit of bad news. The father of a friend died earlier this
week. We knew he had bowel cancer terminally. By all accounts he was in a
pretty bad state towards the end. Although it is a relief in some ways to his
son, our friend – he found it hard to see his dad suffering so much &
watching the strain on his mother – ultimately no matter how much you expect a
death it doesn’t alter the shock when it actually arrives. He’s hoping the
funeral will be had before Christmas but I suspect they will be lucky. I can
see it hanging over him over the “festive” period. We’re feeling the need to
offer some support, & maybe some cheer. We’re only hoping we have the time
between hospital appointments to do so.
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