Circle of Love

A phone call in January 2010 took me on a journey we all have to go on one day, but hope will never come. My brother in Australia, was phoning me in England, just three days after we had landed back from a hot Aussie Christmas.

In some ways I’ld been prepared for this call, by my own mother’s experiences at the same age. She had openly discussed a fact of life many choose to ignore, and to philosophies that helped me be ready. But it still hurt like hell.

My big, strong brother trying to hold it together, said: “Mum’s really really sick. She’s got secondary tumours right through her abdomen.” At this point he started to cry.

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