Hello all, sorry for my absence - just trying to keep my head down, grit my teeth and keep moving forward.
rare sorry for your news. You say it is not yours. Hopefully you can let the person know that ther is support here should they wish to join xxx
Kinky you are the best mum. Everything you do is in the best interests of your children. Not only do you need to look after them but earning money to look after them counts as that! Be gentle on yourself. Your DD will be with her father. Stay away from the oven - unless you are cooking dinner! Hope you DD is now on the mend xxxxx
Praying4 being frustrated is par for the course, you too are tired (and grizzly?) and guilt is just one of the crosses us parents have to bare. I feel so guilty that I can't 'do this' for my son. You will worry about the operation, accept that, ask as many questions as you can and then you have to try and distract yourself.
As for my son's school - they are fantastic and doing everything they possibly can to make my ds attendance as good as can be and mine too. They are very aware of what I am doing and I cannot fault them in any way. School is large, staff room not convenient. I sit mostly in the 6th form centre (difficult seeing all the healthy kids) but when my DS is in there I need it to be his space.
Trazzle my son went through the process of retrieving stem cells but not transplant of them. The retrieval was not successful for my DS - not enough collected should he need it at a later date 
First week back at school done. DS is very, very tired and very tearful. It just shows to him how ill he is when he can barely walk up the stairs.
Can I have a little vent? Over the insensitivity of others? Of my mother? Arrgghh. So one of my nephews (19 and thoroughly enjoying Uni) came home over Christmas and said he had had a few headaches and was a little dizzy. Cue a trip to GP, who was very thorough, did lots of neuro tests and told nephew he did not have a brain tumour. Nephew happy and relieved. So my mother is telling me this story and then telling me that for nephew the worrying about it is AS BAD as having a brain tumour! Oh no Mum, I can quite assure you that worrying about it and a quick trip to the GP to confirm it is not a brain tumour is NO WAY NEAR as bad as having a brain tumour, the symptoms, the surgery, the rehabilitation, the intensive chemotherapy, the radiotherapy, the maintenance chemotherapy, the disabilities left. Aaarrggh and this is my own mother saying this to me! God give me strength.
Fucking bastard cancer. Off to see Les Mis at the cinema tonight - these words from I Dreamed a Dream seem apt to how I feel about my life at the moment:
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.


