My mum's first consultation with an oncologist that specializes in her kind of cancer is tomorrow. Mum has a rare cancer called Pseudomyxoma peritonei so rare in fact that your chances of getting it are 1 in 1,000,000. Problem is because its so rare there are only 2 hospitals in the UK that can deal with mum one in Manchester and one in Basingstoke so our closest is Basingstoke about 55 miles away. She wants me to go with her and its silly but I am catching myself trying to gain power over something I really have no power over. Her cancer caught me off guard as it does anyone and I found myself listing hundreds of questions to ask the oncologist tomorrow, as if the answers to these will somehow help me control this situation. I doubt I'll sleep tonight my heart is pounding in my throat but my bag is packed notepad and pen included. Tomorrow is the day some stranger will tell me how long I'm allowed to keep my mum for.
