Mum got up this morning and her hair is coming out in handfuls. My friend has come up from London for the weekend and we took mum out for an hour just to do some shopping. Very mundane but got her out of the house. The three of us intend going out again tomorrow for an hour or so and mum told us tonight she thought she would wear her wig. I'm delighted that she's made that decision and hope she has the confidence to do that tomorrow.
It's been lovely having Nuala here. She is very laid back and has lost a young sister-in-law to cancer 3 years ago this Christmas so behaves very normally around mum which is great. Mum absolutely adores her and I can see she's enjoying having diferent company from boring old me! Nualas hubby and four kids have stayed at home but have been on the phone to Nuala and have all had a chat to mum.
I am still amazed at how well my mum is adjusting to this horrible disease. She seems to have an inner strength I didn't know she had. She has been a little less tired the last two or three days and, to be honest, it's still hard to believe she is ill, although her hair is now patchy which is the only real sign of anything being wrong. She has continued to eat well and looks well. She is my hero!
