Our* (biological) father has cancer. He's had it for a few years now. Colon, now liver. Of all the things that have made me feel bad for him, bad about this whole situation, it is the email I got Friday (or, that was waiting for me since Friday) wherein he mentioned he's down to 2 hours a week of work and on disability.
He can't work. That's the thing that hurts. Without work, what is there to do?
No. Really. This is a serious question.
If you don't have something to *do* with your life, with your hands, with your mind, with your heart and soul -- what do you do?
The eternal question, I guess, faced not only by the ill but by the downtrodden with no chance for advancement in their lives. Those who are stuck being stuck.
*That's the twin 'we'.