Results outstanding on kidney function test. However DS' potassium levels were low so he has been kept in overnight. DH is with him.
I found an information leaflet the consultant had given us and decided to read it. Big fucking mistake.
I've been studiously avoiding survival rates and there it is, in my face, in black and white. 35%. Without factoring in the likelihood of a relapse. Which is incurable. And highly likely. 35% fucking percent chance that my beautiful boy will have a first day at school. Shit do we need a miracle.
I can hardly breathe I'm crying so hard. Today he was asking why his tummy hurt and I was explaining about the tumour. He told me to just take it out and make him better. I can't. I can't protect him. I'm his mummy. Protection is what I should fucking specialise in ffs.
I'm trying to put on a brave face and tell myself that someone has to be the lucky one. That there ARE success stories. That he is this special, he can be even more special and get through this.
This is the absolute worst I have ever felt in my entire life, without question.
35 fucking percent.
And his hair has started to fall out.
BASTARD BASTARD FUCKING CANCER. I FUCKING HATE YOU!