Today I go with my Dad and Mum to see the Ent and chat about the path results.We know already ,because the consultant called on Tuesday to let Dad know the cancer isn't a primary...give him and us time to digest the news...but today we'll know exactly what the crack is.I feel sick with anxiety so I dread to think.how Dad feels ,but like me he'll be channelling his inner Mr Spock....no emotion will be shown....at all...but we'll be feeling it ...oh we'll be feeling it.
I can't get off the toilet,the worry has caused havoc with my IBS and bowel...good job I've 16 rolls of loo paper.Chuck In to the mix my husband is still in hospital after complicated gall bladder removal then a infection and no wonder I'm crapping for England.
What the hell are they going to tell us today...god knows...Dad goes to oncology next Monday so we've still more worry and anxiety to come.Will we feel better once a treatment plan is in place...you know I don't think we will ...
I like to find a saying for most occasions I think for this particular event it will be
The shits hitting the fan so fetch a bloody big bucket !!!!
