Oh lordy me. First day back at work since mums diagnosis. I had a week off to kinda come to terms (as much as you can) with whats inevitable. Been a tough week as I'm sure you all have experienced in your own way ; so in a way I was kinda glad to get back to work.
Aye, right. That lasted about 10 seconds. Usual crap, pretty much from the outset, only difference is that I seem to have lost my ability to put on a face and just let it slide passed without letting it get to me. Suddenly all the nonsense people throw at you seems to fade away, I wasn't hearing what anyone said, just a kind of blah, blah, blah, blah that irritated the hell out of me.
Guess life must go on though, will need to force down the urge to tell people exactly what I think of their piffeling moans.
On the upside, mum started some of her treatment today, some bone strengthening drip once a month. She's feeling really positive and frankly putting the rest of us to shame. (mind you, her nurse tells us steroids can make you strangely happy). She starts her radiotherapy next week and I think mum feels like she's starting to take control and fight back.
Mum never ceases to amaze me. She has her wobbles of course, as is expected but mostly she's tring to be really proactive. What a lady. She's even aiming to try and return to work after her radiotherapy. (Glutton for punishment if you ask me!!!!)
Wish I could be more like my mum.
