This week can suck it.
Dad told us on Monday he's got prostate cancer (6 weeks before he's due to retire). He's putting on a brave face, but it's the first time I've ever seen him rattled/scared.
Mother-in-law had an aneurysm/stroke yesterday morning, giving her global amnesia; when she asked when her husband was getting to the hospital, my Wife had to break it to her that he died two years ago and watch her heart break all over again.
They spent all of yesterday and through the night in the A&E waiting room, as there were zero ward beds available until 2pm this afternoon... My wife got home at 8am, slept for 5 hours then went straight back to the hospital.
Mum's been fighting stage 4 lung cancer since 2012, when she was given 6 months.
We've counted every extra month since as a blessing, but we knew there'd be a point when the cancer would spread. It's now in her spine & brain.
I've spent the last 24 hours getting on top of housework and trying to answer the million questions our kids are asking, so my Wife can just focus on being there for her mum.
I understand the statistical inevitability that the older we get, the sooner someone close is getting a visit from the Cancer Fairy, but my autistic brain is seriously struggling right now.
Not looking for sympathy, as I'm aware we all have woes and heartache. Just needed somewhere to vent.