I knew what was happening, but I also knew the news just wasn't going in.
Since being off work since 5th Jan and diagnosed on 20th Jan I thought I'd pay a visit to the girls I work with, I love their company and was missing them, I think that might have the triggered off the emotions I feel now.
I woke up a 5am, and all I can think about is I don't want to go, I want to stay and get old! My eyes are sore and I'm, frankly, getting bored of crying ... I've got to compose myself before it's time to get the boys up for school.
I know it's all part of the process, but I hate self pity and yet here I am.
