How the fudge do you drop the 'c bomb' into a casual conversation?
How do you tell your parents, those you care about, your friends that you have cancer?
The day after diagnosis was AWFUL. Liam too the day off so he could gather his thoughts and so that we could do the telling.......spread un-glad tidings this Christmastide. Both sets of parents needed tracking down, various errands were being run at the time we had dropped by and both were surprised to see us in the day time. 'Oh, got the day off? Going shopping?' No actually, we're not.
It seemed that I became the comforter, telling the sobbing relative that it would be ok. I felt I was in the position that the nurse had been in just two days before......comforting me, except that I didn't really cry when they told us. I just shook.
Most people know now, I must say the 'mummy grapevine' is working incredibly efficiently in as much as I suspect that the whole village knew by tea time. Lots of lovely texts and message arrived on my phone, offers of help and support.
But then there are the few friends that you don't see so often. The ones in far countries, or those that live in neighbouring towns that you NEVER seem to bump into.......and then you do and you think you're going to faint with anxiety at telling them, face to face. When you think you are done with that and it all comes back...in the middle of a busy shopping centre 6 days before Christmas. And she's with her son.
I bottled it.
Where's the gin?
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