A true story. Not written looking for sympathy but as anyone who knows what I write finding humour in the darkest of places.
Two months ago I found myself about to be homeless. I phoned RBKC (my local authority) asking for emergency housing help.
They asked for details and I explained my medical condition (chronic but manageable) and was told that unless I had dementia or cancer I did not merit housing support. As far as they were concerned I was not their responsibility.
Fast forward 6 weeks: As a result of a consultation with my GP I was referred to St Marys Hospital for tests on a lump (one of four) that might be cancerous. I will know on the 11th of January.
Should it be cancerous will |I be accused of contracting a cancer in order to obtain housing and benefits? Should it be cancer will they then provide me with housing in order that I might 'die peacefully' at home.
Is there a greater power at work here within my framework that has created this potential cancer in order to meet the body's needs.
I am determined that I shall not bow to either RBKC's nor cancers demands and carry on living my way.
It is all a little ironic though. Or is it paradox.