Well its been a funny week, with not much going on. We are gearing up for Baby R's Thanksgiving on Sunday, and I think I have everything under control! I have been very tired as Toddler R's sleeping has been bad, but I think thats on the mend. I am quite sore as I have a touch of Mastitis, but at least Baby R is feeding well. And so life plods on ...
But then a lovely friend told me yesterday her Nan has been diagnosed with Breast cancer, and everything comes flooding back. She is worried about when her turn will be, and my worries about now having a family history came flooding back. I was strong for her, when I was crumbling inside. And I am avoiding phoning my Mam, because I have had a hard week and don't know if I can manage a conversation with her without crying.
But I will, because I have to.
So everything is quiet on the Western Front ... but how many trenches are being dug underneath it all, how many mines are quietly being laid, ready to blow my life into tiny pieces again?
