Monday, January 30, 2012
... totally gutted. It's stage 2 and is a very slow type - not one of the nasty aggressive cancers that have taken so many people lately. She found out on Friday after her last routine mammogram (they stop them here in New Zealand at 70 and mum is 68) She told me yesterday when I saw her. There are many unknowns like whether she will need chemo etc but apparently it's not one that will kill her due to hormones and her being post menopausal.
Today she has had an appointment with the surgeon (yay for the public health system in New Zealand, as much as it has faults, it has its excellence too). Her appointment was scheduled for 1pm and it's now 4.15pm so I will ring her this evening.
I am going to indulge in some wine therapy, feel sorry for myself, mum, dad, and everyone else and then most likely do an alcohol free February (or majority of)
I'm just feeling up and down and not quite sure what to feel. I don't want to be too dramatic etc because there are so many other scenarios that are so much worse and I know soooo many (far, far, far, far too many) of you sparkies can relate to this and so much worse.
Cancer is a nasty, nasty cruel b*$tch.