12 months on
Yesterday, 9th Jan, marked 12 months since that dreaded day. 'I'm sorry, it's cancer.' I distracted myself for two days, taking the kids to the beach and the zoo. On the third day I lost my s#@t and cried and slept the entire day. I imagined my kids growing up without their mother. I couldn't face them with my heavy heart. Then I found this site. I found hope, encouragement and understanding. I dried my eyes and got on with the inevitable. I'm a cut up, poisoned, fried, sore, tired, hot, grumpy, no BS chicky now, but disease free feeling the chokehold of fear slowly easing. It feels safe again to be hopeful for the future. Thank you ladies and gents. It's a club I wish we didn't beling to, but am abundantly grateful for.
