Last Thursday, (I know I had a lazy weekend and should have written this sooner) I headed to Thurles to get the train to Dublin, it was a horrible evening freezing cold and very foggy. My daughter who passed her driving test during the summer decided to come with me and take the car home, I was glad when she said her friend would come with us, I really didn’t like the thought of her driving home in that fog on her own. As it turned out the train was late and by the time I got on she was halfway home the fog had thankfully lifted but I was relieved you never stop worrying about them.

When i got to Heuston I had two choices Luas, Dart and bus or a taxi I chose the taxi allowing myself a little luxury on a cold evening, and to be quiet honest Dublin city center isn’t somewhere I like to hang around on my own on a dark winters evening, I get quiet depressed when I see the amount of homelessness you are confronted with now days on a visit to our capital, each time I have been there, this year, it seems to be more obvious. It is tragic, and I as a stage 4 patient feel sorry for those people lying in door ways with nothing, and nobody to care for them, it makes me thankful I know I have my family looking after me in my time of need.

I had a lovely taxi driver a very jolly fella from Angola, a country with a very troubled past that is why he found himself in Ireland with his wife. They now have four children but life is difficult as he said he works very long hours “I’m not afraid to work hard ” he wanted to make sure I understood that, and I didn’t doubt him we ended up talking about how cold it gets waiting around in his car for fares late at night usually until 4 am, he explained how his feet get so cold he can’t feel them and has to give in and start the engine just to keep warm but worrying all the time about wasting fuel that is his major expense every week, I recommend he goes to Penny’s to buy himself some long woolly socks my kids wear them when they are out horse riding, will they work he wants to know, and give a big hearty laugh, I tell them him its worth a shot, and he agrees to get his wife to buy him some, the conversation is flowing and I explain why I am in Dublin, but Skin Cancer it’s not dangerous he states I am used to this reaction by now it’s quiet common when I explain my situation he is shocked you can become so ill from a mole. He tells me I am a very positive lady, and I will be OK, if only it were that simple I think, but he is kind so I just nod my head and agree, as I usually do when someone tells me that, when we get to the hotel he jumps out and opens the door for me and insists on getting my bag, we actually shake hands and he wishes me well, and says he will pray for me, and it will help, he is sure of it, I thank him, even though I have no faith in prayers, but sometimes the kindness of a moment exchanged between two strangers can be more genuine than that you receive from people you have know all your life.