I saw my surgeon yesterday and rather than operate again he wants to leave the wound to heal from the bottom up. The wound is in the crease of my leg at the hip joint so I'm more or less on bed rest until it's healed, which is going to be four weeks or more.
I still can't get my head out of the fog I've been in since Friday. I think it's because I accidentally found out what stage I'm at, 3c. I've not ready any statistics and deliberately didn't want to know about stages, because none of it really predicts what happens to me. DH likes to ask the doctors about these things but I've always left the room so I don't hear. But it doesn't sound good does it 
I'm desperately trying to keep in mind that I've had some really extensive, invasive, life-changing surgery and that with any luck all the cancer is gone. I had a CT scan about ten days ago and not had the results yet, but that will show up if anything's been missed. Melanoma research has had a huge injection of funding in the last decade and there's some really good treatments in the pipeline, but currently they're all only available in clinical trials or as a treatment to prolong life.
DH was saying last night that we ought to start about thinking about the elephant in the room. That I ought to start writing a diary, he won't be able to bring up our children on his own, he'll need my help even if I'm not here in person to give it. I watched something on This Morning yesterday about a dad who has MS and is doing videos of 'advice' for his daughter to watch at certain points in her life. Hubby said that if I do get better we can have a celebratory burning of all the advice instead. I don't want to have to even do it in the first place.
I miss my children so much. They're away about 50% of the week being looked after by either set of grandparents as DH has to work. When they are here I don't see them much either. We're trying to keep things as normal as we can so Miss Toddler is still going to all her groups. It's her second birthday tomorrow and I haven't been able to get her a birthday present. Perhaps I could order something on Amazon today. MIL has bought a load of stuff for her, which is for us to give to her. I know she won't know the difference but it's just another thing I can't do for her. I don't think my baby knows I'm him mum anymore. He's 5.5 months and other people are weaning him. I can't even hold him to give him a bottle. I actually miss doing night feeds. I'd give anything to be getting up at night with him, because it means i'd be well enough to do it! Both of them are doing really well, though.
Sorry for such a long post on what seems to be a fairly positive thread. I just feel so sad and lost at the moment.