So apologies for the quietness lately, had some shit to deal with.
Found out a couple of weeks ago that my Nan who I'm quite close to has got pancreas and liver cancer. And it's terminal. The doctors have only given her weeks to live, so I've been spending as much as I can visiting her, and just trying to be there for my Dad. He's one of those types that doesn't show sorrow much. Come to think of it, I can't think of a time where I've seen him cry. But I know that inside it must be tearing him apart. In a way, as morbid as it may sound, I kind of hope that she get pneumonia as that's apparently quite a kind way to go.
As if that weren't eno