What an upside down few days. Toddler R has been in nursery, so Baby R and I have been chilling at home while I try to get my head around things. And failing miserably. Yesterday I pretty much cried. All day. Today has been better, but there is so much to try to come to terms with it is unreal.
But then I pull myself up short, and think hang on, this isn't happening to me. It is happening to my Mam. I am such a Drama Queen when I allow myself to be, and maybe I am being super melodramatic now. Maybe I just need to pull myself together and get on with it. After all, my boobies aren't the issue.
Thats the thing about Cancer though. It does impact everyone. From my Nana, who is devestated that her daughter has this illness while she is still fit and healthy at nearly 80. To my Brother, who is still young enough and sheltered enough that this feels like the end of the world, but he has to brave it out. To my Son, who cannot understand why his Mam is so short fused. To my Husband, who doesn't really get it, although he tries very hard.
This is all so confuddidling, and I have no idea how long it will take to get straight in my head. A good while yet I think!
