Tragedy strikes.

It’s rather hard to celebrate a birthday party once you receive terrible news. That’s what happened to us. Last weekend was meant to be one of celebration, present giving and cake feeding instead of one where a brave face was put on as we tried to remain upbeat and enjoyed the party we had put up for my brother’s 15th birthday. The last teenager of our family.

Earlier in the week, my aunt had taken ill and my mother and I joked about how it was due to the fact that she was worrying over her daughter’s love life. My aunt is a terrible worrier and like me worries about the most mundane things. Little did we know how serious it was. A few days later, we found out she was being placed in ICU and then on sunday morning we found out that her cancer had returned and this time it was serious, having spread to her lungs and kidneys and they suspect brain too.

I was meant to be up at uni on monday but once I heard the news decided to backtrack and stay at home. A decision I didn’t regret as yesterday evening, mum decided she wanted to fly out to Sri Lanka for two weeks to give my aunt moral support and needed someone at home to keep the house set up and running though I could only really do that till Sunday. So now I’m currently living out a suitcase with minimum clothing as all of it’s in bristol and my laptop until I can return on sunday.