As I lie in bed, pained with sinusitis and a flu, I am feeling awfully sad for myself. Yesterday, we found out that my dad has cancer and will need surgery. He's checking into the hospital on Sunday. I'm too sick to even sleep this horrible week away. I am behind at work now too - a job I really love, but will be let go from next month because of a reduced number of pupils. Many of my pupils are refugees that are currently being kicked out of Sweden or moved to other cities. We will lose about 50% of our refugee pupils from our school. They feel awful, we teachers feel awful. My sweet sweet pupils... I really dislike our politicians these days! 2018 is looking like one shitty year for me. Cancer, no job, no money and sadness. At least I can be whiney here. My dad doesn't want the world knowing he's got cancer, so I have to keep silent.