Reality starts to bite

I must admit my ‘happiness’ didn’t last as long as I hoped it might after the surgeon’s meeting  advising me that my cancer was "localised" as I have since met with my new 'right arm' physiotherapist who in a very kind way has alerted me to the new realities that I have to now face.

So although I am eternally grateful that I am probably not going to die quite as soon as I imagined I am slowly having to come to the realisation that my  life is never going to be the same again and that unfortunately there is nothing anyone can do about it.

So although the physio assured me that there will be a team of professionals to help me adjust to my “new normal”  - coming to terms with living with my new flast chest, possible "pain, vomiting, nausea, fatigue and baldness" during chemotherapy as well as "possible lymphedema in my right arm”  afterwards is more than a touch overwhelming.

And this is of course without even thinking about the inevitable stress "my illness" will have on on my marriage, children and household finances.

I know I am going to have to toughen up pretty quickly but honestly don't know how.