Angst.
F**king hospitals. The stupid respiritory specialist consultant needs a good punch in the face. Don't f**ing tell someone they've got lung cancer without taking any biopsies. Don't tell someone they're getting a minor op with local anasthetic, when they find out on the day of the op, that it's major lung sugery with general anasthetic, idiot. People have feelings. People worry. People get depressed. And not just the patients. I've had it.
At least mum's surgeon explained what they did and even came to check on her later to see if she was feeling better. They took four pints of fluid from her chest wall, and sealed it so there shouldn't be another plural effusion. Went to see Grandma today too. She's hooked up to a chemo drip and looks as though she's wired on caffiene and hasn't slept in months.
The tutors at uni understand though, but I need to catch up on work. The problem is, with all this shit being thrown at us over and over, it's not going to come to an end for some time. I just hope I eventually find time to do things.
God I hope this nightmare is over soon. The only thing keeping me going at the moment is chibielmer coming to visit in just over two weeks. I can't wait. But I can't think too far into the future yet until I know that something good is going to come out of mum and grandma's medical treatments. But Expo and Amecon are on my short list of things to look forward to.
I'm hating life so much right now.