A Very Long Week

It's been a very long week. 

Can it really be Friday today, and not only Friday but the 13th too ? 

Yes it can and it is, and whether the superstition of today being unlucky is true or not, I don't think it's going to make much difference to us as a family. The news that we have had to digest is, almost, digested and I had a bit of a crash in my car yesterday (no one hurt) so am not expecting anything major happening or any news that will unsettle us further.





Of course, we weren't expecting this either. 

From an appointment with the GP to a diagnosis of breast cancer five days later - with mammogram, scan, biopsies and CT scan in between - is pretty fast moving. The emotional and physical stress that Jane has gone through in that time is immense. Added to this is the experience and memories of her eldest child , my eldest grandson now 14, having non Hodgkinsons - T Cell Lymphoma, when he was 2 years old. He is now well and ready and able to support his Mum, along with us,  in the same way as she got him through.
(more on this later)

Today Jane is smiling and off for breakfast with The Girls  - her lovely sister and her equally lovely sister in law and friend. 

We know that this is only the beginning of a difficult journey. 
What we don't know is how long this will take, how Jane will respond to the treatment and how well we can support her. But we are thinking positively and that can only be a good thing.  
Together we will beat this.


More soon.  

Links

Macmillan Nurses

Cancer Research UK

Breast Cancer Campaign                                               







  








Comments

liz young said…
Your poor family - what a shock! I went to a breast-screening caravan in Tesco's car park 20 years ago with my best friend and they discovered she'd got cancer. All the treatment worked and she's still with us. Love and prayers.
Lexia257 said…
Thanks for your good wishes, Lizy and back at you and yours x

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