Anger

I feel bloody angry. A year ago, things were pretty good - so I guess this might be a lesson in complacency - appreciate what you've got while you've got it! I had a decent job which I loved, (not to mention great holidays!); a beautiful wife full of the joys of life and coming up to our first anniversary; a baby on the way, (and what a joy he's been!), and my pretty good health. The best year of my life has turned into a mix of happiness - and those who have met Arthur will agree he's an absolute joy to be around, (Isabel's genes there, then!) - and a seemingly endless stream of bad news. I remember when I was first told of the cancer that Isabel might have a number of years, but I don't think it really sunk it; the news that one's wife has cancer at the age of 34 with no previous or family history, is quite a shock. Prognosis, mistakenly, was then assumed to be 5 years. Eventually found out to be actually 2 years. Now, it looks like another year will be lucky. If Isabel can't restart chemo, not long - we've not asked that question. So now, I'm home alone, (just watched England lose at cricket again), with a young son who, although I have the best intentions, I have no idea what the next stage is, and a wife in hospital and endless shuttle runs between the two. Yes, I'm pretty pissed off right now...