Results of the pup test are in
At the beginning of January, mum got the result of her pup test.
There was nothing good about it. According to it, there were "inconsistences". They knew there was soemthing, but they couldn't tell what it was. It could have been cancer, it could have been the papilloma virus, or it could be a simple infection, given either by menopause or dyabetes.
Her gynecologist tried to reassure her, telling her to take something against infections while waiting to have another test, that it was usual to have certain infections once of age.
In case you haven't noticed by now, we hare the "half empty glass" kind of people.
Meaning? Dad and Andrew behaved like nothing was happening at all, Mum wrote her last will and testament, telling us what was supposed to go to whom, and how funeral should be. Me, I become my introverse usual self, shouting everyone out and falling again into insomnia while hoping that the doctor was right.
Meanwhile, mum accepted her fate. she was somehow serene and relieved, she had accepted it- without going through the 5 stages of self-grief due to illness.
Today, the results of the last pup test, done few weeks ago, arrived in the mail.
They are waiting for her in 3 years because everything is good.
There was nothing good about it. According to it, there were "inconsistences". They knew there was soemthing, but they couldn't tell what it was. It could have been cancer, it could have been the papilloma virus, or it could be a simple infection, given either by menopause or dyabetes.
Her gynecologist tried to reassure her, telling her to take something against infections while waiting to have another test, that it was usual to have certain infections once of age.
In case you haven't noticed by now, we hare the "half empty glass" kind of people.
Meaning? Dad and Andrew behaved like nothing was happening at all, Mum wrote her last will and testament, telling us what was supposed to go to whom, and how funeral should be. Me, I become my introverse usual self, shouting everyone out and falling again into insomnia while hoping that the doctor was right.
Meanwhile, mum accepted her fate. she was somehow serene and relieved, she had accepted it- without going through the 5 stages of self-grief due to illness.
Today, the results of the last pup test, done few weeks ago, arrived in the mail.
They are waiting for her in 3 years because everything is good.