On Monday a very close friend told me his wife has cancer in the brain. She's had one op but they were told nobody has lived longer than ten years with her condition. She is in her 30's and they have 2 kids under 10yrs old.
Later that day my Ma told me her husband was having a 2nd op for bleed on the brain. He's 70 odd.
Then i went for a drink and a game of pool with another friend who told me the 'minor' op he was going in for today was actually for cancer of the bowel and liver.
Yesterday another mate buried his wife (53yrs) who he found stone cold dead in bed next to him one morning the week before.
My wife had a relapse last year and is slowly going down hill. Depression and suicidal thoughts are constant visitors to our house.
I bring all this up, not as a game of 'misery' top trumps, but as a reminder that our lives can change in a heart beat. The shit thing is that the older we get the more frequently shit like this occurs.
My Dad died a couple of years ago after a thankfully short illness. I was lucky enough to get a 'chat' with him just before, and the words he said have been a constant source of strength too me ever since. I hope PF finds the same solace in his Mothers.