This is when the wheels really fell off…
Halfway through my six weeks of chemotherapy, my wife’s grandfather died. Two days later I got sacked from my job. They gave me four weeks notice out of a feeling of guilt. No shit.
We later laughed that if it was the plot of a movie or novel, this was the point you’d say it became unrealistic – “all that wouldn’t happen to one person!”
Yes, I did accidentally draw two right hands on the rug puller…