Well-meaning help

Thank you Christine! We laughed awkwardly about the milk fiasco and sorted it easily. I was surprised at my reaction to this little thing - it was quickly obvious to everyone here that I'm pretty scared about being home alone and not being able to look after myself. I'm recovering well, and feeling well, but feeling really vulnerable and weak and a bit useless of course. 

So we just found a smaller jug and each morning before everyone leaves the house I get them to make me my own milk container. 

Really, the rate my son drinks milk there's soon only a litre to pick up anyway! I've always teased him about growing a tail and cloven hooves like the calf he is. 

I'm going back for my check up and results and plan for next treatment in a few days, and mum is coming along for that one. If I were her I would want to know what is happening to my daughter next and be there when she finds out.

However, It will make it tougher for me because she suffers anxiety and depression and is the carer for my dad so of course our 'mother daughter' relationship is complex. I'll need to be mindful of her instead of 'letting it all out' with the BC nurses this time. That's ok. I can call them later when I'm alone. 

On the upside, my son is now proudly doing the laundry! He learned fast, and now tells us all how to do it his way. Love it.