Haven't written a diary since I was a kid, worrying about simpler things than the situation I find myself in today. I know this is a blog, but similar right? 2 weeks ago today I spoke to a doctor who told me my mum has late stage lung cancer! She's been in hospital since the 11th of this month.
Back in July she was complaining of a back ache I really didn't think much of it. Said that she'd probably pulled a muscle at the gym. Always tickles me that at 66 she goes to the gym, go mum!! Didn't see her until the day before her birthday on the 2nd which isn't unusual as I live a couple of hundred miles away. Big shock when I saw how bad it was. Things kinda snowballed from there. She'd already been sent to a physio who then referred her for an MRI, she had a full body scan & they advised her to go to the A&E in queens hospital with a referral letter. She's been there ever since. Have been a complete mess, cried my eyes out, couldn't go to work, feeling guilty about eating, told you messed up right! They found a shadow on her lung which they're saying is the primary cancer & deposits on her spine & in her pelvis where it has spread. She had her lung biopsy on Wednesday last week, she was terrified, I went wiv her & she was pleading that she didn't want to do it. Bawled my eyes out as soon as she was out of sight. She has a chest infection & has been on antibiotics & oxygen since Thursday. They mentioned on Wednesday about her going home, then came the chest infection. They say they're reviewing it today, it worries me that she'll be home on her own, wish I didn't live so far away.
