The son-in-law's dad has been ill and a brain tumour has been found. The news is it is malignant, nothing can be done and he has 6 months at best. He is being sent home to die.
Then, late Sunday night an email arrived from a close friend in Melbourne. On Saturday his wife had an MRI scan for an arm that was constantly sore and a huge tumour was found on her spine. It was so bad that they admitted her immediately as they were concerned if she bumped the tumour it could paralyse her. She will be operated on on Tuesday. At this stage it is not known whether it is benign or malignant. Also, this is dangerous surgery and the outcome could be very poor. Her first grandchild is due Feb/Mar next year here in NZ, an event she has been looking forward to. We are all hoping she survives to see her grandchild.
We have known her and her husband since 1970's when I began working with them. We were married within 2 weeks of each other and have always celebrated together, and in the last 15+ years following their move to Aus, met up each 5 years for wedding anniversaries on the biggies, swapping between them coming to NZ or us going to Aus. We had kids together, lived within 5 kms of each other and have spent a lot of our lives together.
The spooky thing is that the son-in-law's family and our dear friend lived in the same suburb; within about 500 metres of each other. My son-in-law went to school with and played with our friends' children. You start to see conspiracy theories. Where they lived was under the flight path to Wellington airport, up in the Newlands hills. Statistical anomoly I am sure. All in all a dreadful weekend.
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