You never know what life is going to throw at you. We discovered late last week that my mother has cancer. Not good news, though it may still be treatable, there’s still tests and appointments and specialists to see.
For all her faults – and her complete and utter inability to meet any emotional need I may ever have had – she’s still my Mum. I don’t want to lose her, not yet, and I certainly don’t want her to have to endure all those hideous tests, procedures, appointments, etc… just awful.
If there is a silver lining in this cloud it’s that my mother now realises she will be unable to care for my father, so he needs to go into care. Stressful? Probably, though not if I don’t think about it too much. I just need to focus on the practicalities at the moment.
Fingers crossed, peeps, please.