Mid-life, cancer and now jobless.

I received a call from my boss. He felt sorry. The business is bad and he’s already done his best but he couldn’t keep my job any longer.

I heard myself saying over the phone: “I understand and thank you.” My voice didn’t quiver even the least bit.

All these years I’ve worried about finding my name on the layout list, and now another boot finally dropped and one less thing to worry about.

I see this coming, but it didn’t mean that when it happened, I wouldn’t feel hurt. No matter how impossible it seems to be, there is always a tiny voice deep inside: one day, I’ll easy myself back to my old normal routines.

When the bubble bursts, I feel the familiar stab of pains. No, I wouldn’t think about it now. I got a more pressing matter. Not now. I pushed it firmly aside and it rushed back.