well last week was a blur, mum faced breast cancer 7 years ago and won, only to have it return this year, she was told in July that it had returned and spread to liver, lungs and bones...it was terminal and she had approximately 2 months to live. At only 64 it was a blow, but she battled bravely until she finally lost the fight on 21st December. I cherished the last few months with her, spending every day by her bedside, laughing and talking. given mums history I check myself for lumps regularly, and finding a lump at the beginning of November took myself off to the doctor.
i was told not to worry it was a lump but could be nothing and they arranged a hospital appointment for 10th December. I returned on 23rd to get the results and was informed of the diagnosis.
One week on and MRI scan out of the way yesterday, and mums funeral arranged I am finding myself dwelling on next year and my battle. My dad hasn't been told, can't do that to him at the minute and likewise my younger two daughters at only 9 & 12 can't be informed yet. To me that is the hardest part...when do I break it to them...will they feel hurt?
Worries are also in place financially as i am the main earner and not well off my any stretch of the immagination, are my family to suffer further?
My husband has been my rock and without him by my side not sure where I would be emotionally at the minute.
so next hurdles are to carry on as normal for the funeral and wait to be advised of the date for surgery...
