So the CT scan happened yesterday after the 4th round of chemo. We're still waiting for special to send some inof through about what happens if you stop at 4 rounds as opposed to 6 and to be fair I'm not holding my breath for an answer. This of course is making it a very real possiblity that M will withdraw consent next Tuesday and tell them where they put their poison - I'm quite looking forward to the meeting as so far they think I'm the one they need to pacify - how wrong can they be!
In his head it's all over so we've had a bit of normal going on and I have to say it's been welcome, he's back to winding me up and taking the proverbial and generally just more like M. He went to drop our little girl off at school today fully intent on making one of the teachers cry when she saw his bald head - that's the M I know and love.
Had lunch with a 'friend' on Tuesday that I haven't seen or heard from since round one, what a barrel of laughs that was, not only had she brought her children with her to our catch up she displayed the most amazing lack of common sense I've witnessed for a while. Her son saw a picture of M on my phone and asked if he's had his hair cut that short for a reason (he's 8 so I'll forgive him) and then she sat and went 'ooh has his hair come out?' followed by 'it's only a few weeks out of your life it'll be done soon and he'll back to normal' like he's going to have his last round of chemo and come skipping out of the ward like nothing's happened. When I pointed out that chemo is cumulative and it will take months and months for him to feel better her jaw dropped and she then said 'it will fly by' Oh my word, I left them early having said no to dessert and went back to work. All this from some-one who has a husband with a lump that is causing pain and getting bigger and she hasn't done anything about getting a gp appointment to follow up for him. I sincerely hope it's not cancer that he's got as the poor man would be well and truly buggered if she was looking after him.
Our daughter is well and truly a chip off the old block, she was at the stables and the children were all talking in the tack room about the various illnesses their parents had, one had a Mum who'd had a nasty 24 hour bug and another had a dad with hayfever etc. Our little darling on her turn said 'my dad's got cancer' Blantant as you like with not a care in the world and silenced the lot of them, the owner of the stables told me about it while laughing at how much like me she sounded.
That's us at the moment, back to school today for little M, work for me and big M and wait and see on the scans
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