A controversial comedian has launched an extraordinary attack on Australia's drought-stricken farmers, labelling them as 'pig headed, entitled and inflexible'. Catherine Deveny, who first found notoriety through her newspaper column for The Age newspaper in Melbourne, made the tasteless comments in a Facebook post on her now-deleted public profile. Deveny made the tasteless comments in a Facebook post to her now-deleted public profile, taking aim at those worst affected by the recent drought. The entire state of NSW was declared in drought last week — with the Australian Bureau of Meteorology predicting little chance of rain for the rest of the year. Her extraordinary attack comes as thousands of Australia's farmers battle a once-in-a-generation drought and face the harrowing prospect of deserting their family's land.
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But it was everything that came with it that undid me. Shockingly for me I immediately had control over my own life taken away. The specialist started rattling off a list of all the other tests I now had to have before the surgery I needed and I interrupted to ask what… when… where did I have to go for these tests as I madly scrambled to get my pen and notebook out of my handbag. Only to be told that all the appointments had already been made for me and his secretary would give me the details on my way out.
I opened my mouth to explain I had other things in my diary. Important things. Trivial things. MY things. But I shut my mouth without uttering a word. Clearly everything else was going to have to fit around THIS thing.
Then the shocking realisation that I had to tell the people who love me. This story is about one of those people — my Dad. I have always known that he loved me, never doubted it.
And I had to tell this wonderful man my terrible news. He lived hundreds of kilometres away. I had to call him. I felt sick. Somehow I managed to make that call. And then there was silence. I knew he was crying and trying to hide that from me. I knew he was trying to get himself together for me. To talk to me. To speak words of comfort. And I knew the shock and the terror had started for him too.
But in that silence I could feel his love and I could breath again. Over the months and months and months that turned into years my Dad never forgot any day when I was due to have a test, get a test result, have chemo, radiation, start some other type of treatment, finish that treatment, start some other bloody thing. Every time I would get a text from him.
From a man who was renowned for being forgetful. Who went and got himself a mobile phone and learnt how to send texts after vowing he would never do such a thing. So here I am. Still alive obviously. But he is gone. He had to call me with his own terrible news. Terribler news because his condition was terminal. The terriblest news. And when he told me, I was silent as he had been years before. I cried and tried not to cry at the same time. Tried to hide my crying from him. Wanting to talk to him and not being able to speak.
Already feeling the horror of the grief to come.