We braved the icy wind this morning to pop into Peel to run a few errands.
It was not pleasant out there. I am sure a whole layer of skin has been scoured from my face.
We met an acquaintance of P's from his running club, a very pleasant gentleman in his 70s who, P told me, has always been a good runner.
He has just downsized, with his wife, from tbeir former home of 40 years in a semi-rural area into a smaller place in town to be closer to shops, bus routes and the GP surgery. He told us, in a matter of fact way, that he has been diagnosed with lung cancer and is not likely to be around by the end of this year. He was just off to meet with someone who has offered to take over his duties in a local motorcycle owners' club and is busy putting all his affairs in order.
Although he momentarily appeared slightly emotional I was amazed at his calm acceptance of his fate and the way he spoke about his plans.
I am not sure how I would be if I were in his situation.