Personal View: Hard Times
At the end of 1997 I wound up in hospital with a rather serious illness and lost four weeks of teaching time. Then, in late November I was discharged only to be greeted with the news that my mother had developed end stage liver cancer.
I guess I had been kind of expectantly waiting for the moment when her condition would become terminal-my mother had developed breast cancer with complications some five years earlier, and even with more than two years' medical training, the diagnosis of end stage cancer still knocked me sideways. While I reeled from the double blow I had suffered I prepared for my return to academic work at college and, when the time came, I duly ploughed in with junior firms.
Over the following months my mother's health got worse and I was having to return home a lot to be with my family. By the