I've tried to read today's posts. My stomach goes in, my eyes are open but seem to gaze over and I feel like I must run! I can't read it properly. I literally can't see it clears and so many loud but I audible thoughts dish into my head that I can't 'hear myself' read it either. The emotional stuff yes. But not the cancer stuff. I feel bad. I'm sorry.
Really, I know what you mean about friends. Just waiting for mine to fade out. Went out with one last night and although I had a great time, I'm sure she had the most depressing eve ever. Firstly, I had to interrupt her to tell her what had happened that day as I couldn't actually gear gee for the washing machine of thoughts in my head. Once out, I could speak about normal stuff. And we watched 12 Years A Slave. Wonderful, gripping and moving film - but really harrowing and based on a true story. She's a super positive person who doesn't like to be dragged down. Hope she survived our fun night out! Lol. Seriously, I can't afford to push friends away with this shit.
DH away. Up in the night with 3 y old. Bloody exhausted (hurting eyelids and nausea through pure fatigue today). But doing ok. Had nice morning. Refund at Zara, park cafe taking DCs for lunch n a bit of a play with our new giant frisbee. Thankfully bumped into a friend's DS with DCs of identical age. Was good to have company may have found my DH a friend, too as he'll be doing daddy day care at weekends until I can walk again, etc. once I've had the op.
Now, (apologies again for long post) as for op. Date: 28/1. I waited weeks for the date but after yesterday's meeting with the urinary/ tumour lady, where she said that in her experience, she'd predict it'll be a low grade sarcoma, and would eventually also need surgery on my noony tubes (my words, not hers) as they're likely to have been damaged by the tumour. Anyway, she stressed the importance of having THE right person for this particular tricky job. Now all is up in the air. I've a lot to do tomorrow - beyond my usual toddler and mummy group, school runs, going to the bank, Sainsbury's (for non-online stuff), school run, ku on and tutors 5-8. I now have to:
Call insurance co. to ask for another ore-op appointment with Neurons-Spine Tumour Man
Ask whether I'm covered at The Wellington
Call NST man's secretary (scarier that you'd think) and ask for urgent appt. THIS week (op scheduled next f.ing week - help)
Call urinary diagnostic team and get appointment for this week pre op
Holy fucking shit
This was MY TWO WEEKS before surgery shunts me where I don't want to go!
Stolen
Robbed
Shit
Down
Exhausted
Really
Really tired, lonely and scared.
Had enough.