12 Jun 2009, Posted by Cat in News, 18 Comments. Tagged dad, life

Dad

All this waiting around for Dad to wake up is starting to rag on my nerves. I need to know if he’s still the same guy in there. If he is then no matter the extent of his physical injuries, I know he’ll be OK because that’s the kind of guy he is. He doesn’t baulk at obstacles. Doesn’t get sidetracked by excuses. Whatever hope he’s given, he’ll fight for it and find a way. I know the doctors are keeping him asleep for good reasons but the waiting is driving us crazy.

Rachael has to fly back to London tomorrow. We were so hoping they’d wake him while she was still here but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. She’s sat with him a lot this week, watching him improve a little day by day, anchoring him to the world we hope he’ll soon return to.

It seems so incongruous looking out the window into clear blue skies, verdant gardens and bright sunshine. I feel like I’m travelling through a land I am not part of. A tourist from a dark dimension, like my hand would pass through solid objects if I tried to touch.

Tendrils from that dark dimension are seeping into this pretty postcard view. Yesterday I learned that my friend Jay’s cancer has stabbed back with a vengeance. Despite all his efforts to take care of himself, the damn thing metastasised and spread to his liver, lungs and lymphatic system. It was cancer in the lungs that killed my friend Anna earlier this year. Seriously, at this point all I’m waiting for is an asteroid to plummet through the clouds and wipe out the eastern seaboard.