Here we go again......
Well…this entry is a ramble, but I have to get it off my chest (even though this is no where near a proper purge). So forgive the fractures, and wait for normal transmission in the next few days (hopefully……after some good news…..)
So…..
When I came back from Melbourne, my mother informed me that she had a lump under her arm and it had been there for the last 9 months! I was not impressed. For those of you who know, when my mum got breast cancer, apart for the mastectomy, she had almost 50 cancerous nodes removed from her arm pits. She explained that there was nothing in her breast cancer book saying that the lump was anything to worry about. I asked her how she had managed to hide the university degree in medicine from us. This is the problem with these stupid breast cancer info packs. They encourage people to self diagnose.
Anyway……
A week or so later I took her to the specialist (cranky that he had left this lump unnoticed) and he did some “cell work”. Which is sort of taking a needle biopsy. After that was looked at he told mum that the cells looked “suspicious”.
Joy…..
So now, after having the lump removed, we find out what it is on Friday. But get this. The doctor said that he has fast tracked the results because he is going on holiday on Friday. So WTF is that meant to mean? If it’s not back by then we have to wait for you to sun yourself in the Whitsunday’s before we find out?
Not bloody likely…..
On the way back from the hospital, mum said that she thinks dad is really upset because he is afraid that if she goes there will be no one to look after him. I really didn’t know what to say to that. They get upset when I say Miles (my brother) and I will cope. I think that’s because they know it will be me who will have to cope. Needless to say I have been all over the place and quite morose.
I am crossing my fingers though….
My dad had his 82nd birthday last week and all I could think about is the fact that I am going to have to deal with his dying in a few years. I wish I could have someone close to me who could help me through all of this. But please don’t misunderstand. I am grateful for having all of my wonderful friends in my life, but sometimes I wish there could be someone special who thinks I’m special enough to support on a level above friendship.
So…..
When I came back from Melbourne, my mother informed me that she had a lump under her arm and it had been there for the last 9 months! I was not impressed. For those of you who know, when my mum got breast cancer, apart for the mastectomy, she had almost 50 cancerous nodes removed from her arm pits. She explained that there was nothing in her breast cancer book saying that the lump was anything to worry about. I asked her how she had managed to hide the university degree in medicine from us. This is the problem with these stupid breast cancer info packs. They encourage people to self diagnose.
Anyway……
A week or so later I took her to the specialist (cranky that he had left this lump unnoticed) and he did some “cell work”. Which is sort of taking a needle biopsy. After that was looked at he told mum that the cells looked “suspicious”.
Joy…..
So now, after having the lump removed, we find out what it is on Friday. But get this. The doctor said that he has fast tracked the results because he is going on holiday on Friday. So WTF is that meant to mean? If it’s not back by then we have to wait for you to sun yourself in the Whitsunday’s before we find out?
Not bloody likely…..
On the way back from the hospital, mum said that she thinks dad is really upset because he is afraid that if she goes there will be no one to look after him. I really didn’t know what to say to that. They get upset when I say Miles (my brother) and I will cope. I think that’s because they know it will be me who will have to cope. Needless to say I have been all over the place and quite morose.
I am crossing my fingers though….
My dad had his 82nd birthday last week and all I could think about is the fact that I am going to have to deal with his dying in a few years. I wish I could have someone close to me who could help me through all of this. But please don’t misunderstand. I am grateful for having all of my wonderful friends in my life, but sometimes I wish there could be someone special who thinks I’m special enough to support on a level above friendship.