Two days ago one of my daughters answered a call from a friend who had just been told her her cancer had metastasized and she should visit the hospital as soon as possible to begin chemotherapy. Kyi. She lives in Lismore. She has two young children. A lady with a rich city past now living in Lismore’s quiet.
Then last night the floods came and her home became a fragile barrier to the thousands upon thousands of tons of brown water that swept over the barriers and into Lismore. That unending tide that burst through her doors and windows, picked up the refrigerator, washing machine, television, carpets, chairs and lounges, speakers, clothes, cots, computers, toys, beds blankets and cupboards and hurried them outside through the broken fibreboard walls to be lost in the massive surge that drowned this town.
My daughter sent me a photo of Kyi waist deep in water and hanging onto a door frame as the flood tide swirled through her home, urging her away.
Two hours ago a text message as my daughter made her way home to Eureka.
” Almost too many river crossings n done with water xxx all safe just a bit blown away by what just happened! So sad .. Lismore totally ruined .. and Kyi ! Not what she needs right now, cancer taking a back step. Only 2% battery ……….”