After fifteen years of fighting various cancers, it looks like my father's finally giving up. He started with colon cancer, which was hacked out in two parts over a ten year period before graduating to liver cancer a couple of years ago. Against all odds, he talked a(n excellent) surgeon into operating on it, which worked.
Around this time he bought himself a brand new Lotus Elise, as a reward for still being alive. Since then he's had all sorts of gut problems (having your insides removed is, it appears, an excellent way of slimming), but being able to drive his car has kept him going.
Now he's starting to feel that maybe he shouldn't be driving. Which gives him (as he sees it) no reason for living. He's virtually fading before our eyes.
I'm only posting this to warn you all that I'll probably become as illogical as that geordie bloke over the next few months. Please bear with me.
Around this time he bought himself a brand new Lotus Elise, as a reward for still being alive. Since then he's had all sorts of gut problems (having your insides removed is, it appears, an excellent way of slimming), but being able to drive his car has kept him going.
Now he's starting to feel that maybe he shouldn't be driving. Which gives him (as he sees it) no reason for living. He's virtually fading before our eyes.
I'm only posting this to warn you all that I'll probably become as illogical as that geordie bloke over the next few months. Please bear with me.
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