In the summer of 1992 I received a phone call from my father. This was highly unusual so I knew straight away something was wrong. It was, he had been diagnosed with non Hodgkin's lymphoma, a lymphatic cancer. In his usual calm and self assured way he assured me there was nothing to worry about and he would soon have it licked. He continued to hold on to this assertion and I think managed to convince the family that it was the case. It was easier I suppose than looking too hard at the … [Read more...]