Cancer, Me and Them

  • Feelings, Friends and Food

    FormerMember
    FormerMember
    Afternoon everyone. 

    I thought I would do a quick entry while I feel well enough.

    Since Friday evening when I had my first chemotherapy session I have lived on the sofa.  I can't go to bed as the twins sleep in the same room as us and I would disturb everyone all night.

    Shrink you Bastard. Shrink.

    I managed a small fish and chips on Friday and am glad I did because boy did the sickness hit with a vengeance on Saturday morning…
  • Children, Chemotherapy and Buglary

    FormerMember
    FormerMember
    Good morning.  I am writing this blog whilst watching one of many history programmes that I enjoy but A get's sick of watching ;) 

    It is 7.52 on a Sunday morning and I have just taken lots of pain meds and whilst I wait for them to kick in I thought I would bring you up to speed.  It is a long one I warn you now.

    Over the past couple of days I have received many little and large gifts of beautiful flowers, slippers, socks…
  • Fate and Smiling

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I wasn't going to blog today.  I was going to wait until tomorrow.

    I had a bad night last night.  I reacted to the morphine, it made me feel oh so sick.  Very sick.

    Our friends had taken the children off our hands for a few hours so we could go out by ourselves.  We chose to go for a walk along the river.  We talked how we look like a normal couple enjoying a walk, we talked about how you never really know what a person…

  • Bouncing Back, Boats and Mortality

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Since we told the children they have bounced back to their normal way of life but they are more clingy. After years of not wanting cuddles my eldest is cuddling me on and off all day and my little girl wants to sit close to me lots.  She has been drawing me pictures telling me she loves me.

    Thankfully the twins are too young to understand and they are expecting me to be me, this distracts me and helps me to forget, for…

  • Home

    FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I came home yesterday, not really sure I wanted to but I did all at the same time.

    Coming home meant I really had to accept my lot, I had to continue my life but as a cancer patient.

    Coming home meant we had to tell the children.

    How do you tell your children something like this?

    Our beautiful children.  I am going to break their hearts.

    I wish I didn't have to do it.

    Within minutes of being home the boys insisted on a breastfeed…