So, here we go again, back to hospital for checks, blood tests and MRI Scan. We know this is for the rest of our lives until something changes. But each time you go back to the hospital, I see my husband loose a little light in his eyes. His sad scared eyes.
We are lucky, not yet has the cancer grown and it has been 8-9 months. Wow, feels like we have lived with this forever......I would like the cancer to come out and have a little look at the devastation it causes just so I could bop it on the nose and say 'we never bothered you, leave us alone.' But is it just something that happens, there are lots of devastating things that happen every day, all over the world, and we have to try and be grateful - even though you just want to open the window and scream, scream until you have no voice any more and sit sobbing.
A bit dramatic, but needed sometimes. Then I can get on, listen to the (stupid) advice, sorry to call it stupid, but rubbing peanut butter on your bits will not get rid of cancer, no more than drinking carbonate soda, my husband is not a tea pot that needs cleaning!
But, I listen to the advice, smile and carry on. Most people are brilliant and offer a shoulder, laugh and cry with you, buying some powder of the internet that claims to get rid of all signs of cancer......................Really|!
