I had a call at 7.15 this morning. My FIL is in hospital. He's got prostrate cancer and has had for 5 years but it's got steadily worse so he's now on a chemotherapy trial. He was rushed into hospital in pain yesterday and is having an operation today. I fear the operation will find more cancer......
Why oh why is this disease allowed to hurt so many people? When are they going to find a cure?
And on a selfish note, hearing my MIL ringing me that early (early morning phone calls are never good news), the fear in her voice, the anguish and the pain, the confusion, brought back nearly 4 years ago when I had to ring her at 7am to tell her her son had died.