Tomorrow is cancer specialist day.
I’ve got to say though the staff at my GP surgery and everyone I’ve seen so far at the hospital has been amazing.
Even got to keep my t’shirt on for the chest X-ray, phew!
My husband drove me and came in, he asked about coming in with me tomorrow and they thought for things like this they would make exceptions.
It’s relieving to know he will be there.
I also found out that the teen, secured a place in the local school! Excellent news! I’ve never seen a teen so happy to be going back to school. Our home education journey is now over.
That’s another stress removed!
Tomorrow, I have a morning appointment, I’m filled with both feelings of denial, I’m wasting their time, it’s nothing, cut the lump out and be done with it and feelings of terror. Although more so for everyone else, I worry how they will cope if I really am sick and get worse. Or if the worst happens and I die and how it affects my daughter and husband.
I hate being sick. I hate hurting others more.
I wonder why our bodies do this to us. I’ve been relatively good to mine. I say relatively because yes I hit a point when I got comfortable and it went down hill from there.
I hope and pray that if others out there are reading this they can relate.
I also pray you have good results when you see the consultant.
Whatever the result. Your still here, as am I so I guess right now is what we make it. Keep fighting x
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