Still limited in my reading, because I'm living on the edge of a panic attack half the time, and everything about the world is anxiety-inducing.
Found out yesterday that Guido - who has been like an uncle to me for as long as I remember, far more than my actual, biological uncles (one of whom I am not remotely certain could even tell you my name), and who is the son of the adoptive grandmother who died in December (whose husband died earlier this year) - is now in hospital.
He had a stroke a year or two back, and apparently it was then discovered that he has leukaemia.
For reasons that have not been explained, the doctors decided not to treat it, and now it has "spiked". He's in hospital.
I am puzzled as to why this has just been... left.
Hopefully Western Australia's success in the fight against covid19 will mean that if he's dying, I will have the chance to see him.
Family is so 2019.
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