On Saturday morning, my mum phoned me. I was busy finishing some homework, so I let it go to voicemail. Ten minutes later, I listened to the voicemail and the hollow voice was really upsetting. You could tell by the sound of her voice that she was struggling both physically and mentally.
I phoned right back and my dad answered the phone. I chatted with him for a bit, but he said my mum wasn't lucid enough to talk to me.
Also, a good friend told me that his partner just got diagnosed with cancer. Hopefully it's still at a good stage. In a sense, if this stuff MUST happen, the timing could have been worse. At least we're both going through similar bouts of family drama, and should be able to support each other better with this similarity.
There were good times this weekend too, but this was the dominant memory come Monday morning.