The other evening I came home from work in a terrible mood. I had a stressful day. Nothing went the right way. My train was late both ways, I couldn’t find the test centre for my interpreting assignments and I got totally wet running around in circles, the candidates weren’t prepared so they didn’t pass the tests (although not my fault, it was still a bit upsetting). My son lost the house keys and my husbands forgot to pick up my daughter from football training etc etc. When I got home I was ready to explode and then it happened. My husband told me that our neighbour and friend whom we’ve known for 15 years had just discovered he has pancreatic cancer, probably not operable anymore. He’s 51 years old, he’s got a teenage boy and another son who’s just started working. He’s never smoked, took drugs, drank heavily or had an unhealthy lifestyle. He is actually quite sporty and is always been helping everybody. A nice person. His wife left him and the kids 18 months ago to go and live with someone else. Nobody knows exactly where she is now. She’s never got in touch with them again. On the surface she was the perfect wife and mother but deeper she was a different person. We spent the last 18 months trying to help him picking up the pieces of his life and now this. I know I do not need to tell you this, but I say it anyway: Life is a bitch. Awful and unjust.
