I’m on the SkyBus to the airport. Sitting on floor with my back against someones suitcase. Why am I doing this? My Mum is about to go under the knife, she has a 7cm aneurysm sticking out of her heart that has plans to end her.
Of course the surgery comes with a warning too. Years of smoking have left her with lungs 20 years older than the rest of her body. This could cause complications.
So I’m hunkered down on the floor of a SkyBus heading back to Sydney.