The Journey

I can really relate to you on this one.  Some times I just don't know what to think, let alone what to say.  I found out from the Oncologist mine was a grade three - maybe the surgeon told me that, I honestly can't remember.  I take my husband along with me - he's a great back-up because I just sit there like a stunned mullet nodding my head away like a 'noddy' thing.  This isn't like getting your tonsils out, or a bad case of the flu, but my children seem to have that attitude, most of them wont even discuss it with me, nor do they ever ask how am I feeling - this hurts a lot as I have tried talking to them, I don't know wheather its just a coping mechanism, or did I raise kids that don't understand or care.  My eldest sister has been through it, but continually compares apples with oranges and all it does is frustrate me - in many ways, I feel very much alone, I am very fortunate to have a supportive and caring husband, thank goodness!  I think that is also why I have turned to this site, at least all you lovely ladies know what its all about!  As one lady said it is one club you don't want to join, but I am sure glad we have each other to turn to and express our thoughts.