Well, I haven't posted for a little while as there hasn't been much to say. My Mam has been recovering so well, especially since her surgeon told her the op and test results were so positive it was highly likely there would be no need for chemo. Needless to say we have been celebrating, and had a lovely few days last week when my parents came to visit us and spend some quality time with the kids. All good.
But isn't it amazing the difference a day makes. Mam saw her Oncologist on Tuesday, and the tune has completely changed. Mam is to be offered Herceptin, the Breast Cancer Wonder Drug, which to all intents and purposes is viewed as a total cure to her type of cancer. Wonderful we say, get the flags out, no side effects and she can have it at home.
Ah, but, the complication is, you have to have it within 6 weeks of Chemo. "But I'm not having Chemo" my Mam says, as everything falls apart for her a second time over.
So we are about to embark on the most gruelling 18 weeks of our lives. Everything for the next four months will be postponed for the magical '3rd weekend', when Mam will be the most well in her cycle. Toddler R's 3rd birthday party will be a pirate party (again!!) with the dress code of headscarves all round (which actually, I am looking forward to the photos of, silver linings and all of that!), and I will take the kids up the M1 whenever I can on week 3 to give her something positive to aim for at the end of her 'sick' week and then her 'tired' week.
Its awful, its crap, its gutting, but as a good friend said to me, "I wish they had thrown everything at my Mam". We are trading 6 months of treatments and tears for a lifetime of laughter beyond, and that needs to be my focus.
Love you Mam, be strong x
