And now thanks to this thread I had a bizarre dream about Married As Fuck, me going on a girls holiday to Ibiza and leaving dh with lists, flying from Birmingham for some reason and Married As Fuck turning up at the airport.
Am sure there is some sort of meaning to all that lot but am not sure what.
Anyway. Not dry today. We are taking the dcs to the local pub, then for a curry at the local indian which is gorgeous.
Will definetly need a drink today. My lovely, lovely aunt who did my cake and flowers for my wedding has been to the hospital today for a CT scan. She has masses in both lungs. Referred for a PET scan next week sometime.
No one has said lung cancer yet but they have ruled out blood clots, scaring or infection. And the PET scan is to determine the size and position of cancers. Both lungs is stage 4. So not fucking good.
We are all really close. Her daughter is like my sister, there is only 4.months between us and we lived across the road from them for years. She currently lives 1.5 hours away, but we speak daily. Luckily she is buying a house around the corner from me, hoping to exchange today or early next week. Auntie lives 15 mins away from me. So at least cousin will be local.
Fucking horrible bastard cancer. It's not formally diagnosed yet but she has had some other symptoms too. And I can't think what else the masses could be other than what has been ruled out.
So tonight will be wet. Absolutely soaking wet. And I don't even care. My mam will be devastated, she is incredibly close to her sister.
Cousin done same googling as me and is in bits, but taking her mam to Manchester gay pride this weekend to take her mind off it all. Have phoned my mum and told her she has used all her data on her phone (I pay her contract) so she doesn't google as well. No good her worrying until it's confirmed.
Am bloody knackered too. Strange dreams, restless night and a 5am alarm. Tried to have a nan nap earlier while ds was on his tablet but he got his handcuffs and cuffed me to him. Fml.