The MDT team have met and reviewed the path findings and rung my mum.and dad.I knew something was amiss when I phoned to ask how mums toes were,she's had two toenails removed in an attempt to cure fungal toenails.Dad answered but sounded off,as though hed been crying and cut the call,saying he was trying to ring mum to see if she wanted picking up.Ten minutes later mums on the phone breaking down,MrJackson had called,he's the ent surgeon ,to tell them the cancer has been confirmed as not primary.....Now Dad's to have a PET scan.
It doesn't matter how you dress this up,and I've dressed it up big style to try and stop mum.and dad from.worrying any more than they are,this is shit,this isn't going to end well.
Dad looked bloody awfull,that's what my daughter said ,he just looks not himself anymore,not talking,not takeing his usual piss out of mum...banter is what we call it.....in a lot of jaw pain and looking thinner.
I've cried and I've eaten shit ...the diet to shed the weight I've gained through stress eating can wait ...
Monday is the day we'll get to know more ,a plan of action I guess....I hate the phrase stay strong because I'm not strong I'm just pretending to be,but I'll need to be detached so I can focus on what's said,ask questions and not break down.
Oh and for good measure my husband goes into hospital Friday for surgery..gall bladder out.
