Tuesday, May 18, 2010

I was stranded at an airport trying to work out which flight I should take next.  I flew then to far north Western Australia in lands inhabited only by aborigines.

My cousin lived here among them and we sat together around a table of friends.  A phone call came through from home, from my friend L.  I thought she had rung to tell me she had cancer but after I managed to decipher the message I realised that she meant it was my husband who had the cancer.  Liver cancer.

Somehow he knew this already.  He sat at the table among friends and his eyes welled with tears.

We needed more information, I said in an effort to reassure him, but I was shattered myself.  How could we cope with this?

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