worried and wondering

I'm writing this post in the early hours of 14 January 2021 while in bed, unable to sleep.

I can't sleep because I am worried.

I'm worried about my dear father-in-law who I love very much.  He is in hospital where he is desperately unwell  with a large, inoperable malignant brain tumour.  I'm not a religious person, but I find myself praying for him.

a hypodeemic nerdle

I'm also worried about covid, and I am penning this now for publication on 18 February because the government has pledged that everyone in a vulnerable group will receive a vaccination (well, the first dose of it) by mid February.

While I lie awake typing this I wonder whether they will deliver on that promise and I'll get the vaccination by then.  Or, will I be deemed not vulnerable enough, and like pretty well everything else they promise, I and millions others will still be left waiting and worrying.

But most of all, sadly I wonder whether my father-in-law will still be alive when this is published in a month's time.

I guess only time will tell.

For everything.

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Update - well it's been a month or so on from the date I wrote this, and I'm glad to report that last Saturday I had the first vaccine dose.  A couple of mild side-effects aside all seems fine.

My father-in-law is now home.  I broke lockdown rules a couple of weekends back to see him (arrest me - I don't care).  He seems well and in good spirits and is clearly a fighter.

I remain, however, worried.