I’m reminded tonight of the relative fragility of our health. Following a week of intense activity (otherwise known as ‘Overdoing it’ or ‘being a Tame’), dad is back in hospital with continuous angina attacks. I don’t know the details – should find out in the morning. 

Another family that I’m very close to is also having a very difficult time, with one parent hospitalised, and two siblings undergoing chemotherapy. My heart goes out to you all.

Another relative of mine is suffering badly from the recent onset of some pretty aggressive arthritis, whilst a couple of other people close to me are battling depression, combined with other fairly serious ailments.

In situations like this I don’t know what I can do, other than send all affected my love, and keep them in my thoughts.

So that’s what I’ll do.

[UPDATE, 6 hours later: I’ve just spoken to mum. Dad is being transferred to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital (Birmingham) for a second angiogram and possibly angioplasty (and maybe fitting of a stent).

Despite having to be on a lot of morphine, he’s stable, and is being very well looked after.