"Your dad is in hospital with a massive infection, please call when you get this message" Not the most pleasant text I have ever received but in no way did I think that this would be the start of a week where once again my families life is turned upside down.
Less than an hour later, having abruptly left work I am sat in my dads chair, awaiting the return of my mum from the hospital, with the knowledge that my dad has Leukemia.
So many thoughts running through my head "How advanced is it?" What type of Leukemia is it?" "How bad will the treatment be?" but more than anything else the thought that is the hardest to even allow to pass through my racing mind "is my dear daddy going to die?"
It is now Thursday, 4 days since our worst fears were confirmed. The original diagnosis of APL, a much more treatable form of Leukemia has now been dismissed and he is on his way to a different hospital to begin treatment for AML, a far more serious form of the disease. I feel as if I have been hit by a train. The thogught of what my father is about to go through is tearing me apart. I am hoping that by writing this blog throughout the journey we are about to embark upon will be a cathartic release to the turmoil I am currently feeling.
I now have to go to leave to go to the hospital. Time to pull myself together, put my brave face on, and provide all the support and love that I can, when really all I want to do is curl up on my daddys lap, have him stroke my hair and tell me that it's all going to be alright....
