A lot of the time our priorities are anything but. We run towards money, prestige, to some extent education and away from enriching experiences, family & love.
It's a weird experience finding out that one of your parents is poorly.
I feel so bad for not reacting more. when asked if I was okay, I replied with a jovial "Yeah, fine." When in reality I was terrified. Listening to words that didn't quite make sense but felt more real than I could have ever imagined.
I really wish I reacted more emotionally, if only to show that I care - of course I do - we're just not like that.
So I stifled the fear I feel, my eyes brimming, and spoke calmly about options and side effects to treatments.
There's still hope, in fact a lot of it, this time in six months it could be like nothing had happened. But I hope that it changes things.
For a start, that we make more of an effort with each other, because one day we just might have run out of time.
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