‘You have liver cancer.” This is possibly the most devastating message I have ever received, but the young doctor who gave me this piece of bad news this week, didn’t look fazed at all.I know everybody is here on earth temporarily, that we all have to go at one time or another. But drat!
And from that moment, there were tests and tests. Love from the people near me, love from those further. Nothing more than the love from the company I work for, particularly the great man who owns our company. My son is 30 years old. My own father died when I was 40. And I believe 40 is far too young for a young man to lose his father.
My wonderful wife. She’s an absolute pillar of strength. But she doesn’t deserve this. My little daughter of seven. Who will explain everything if I’m not there? I still have to take her to high tea. To the opera.