Hi all. Things are not going well. DH's results have come back and they are not good. They still feel that they can control the cancer but its now a question of how long. . Our consultant is wonderful and he always checks and double checks everything. Dh's specimens have now gone off to a leading pathologist for checking and then the consultant is going to put a panel of people together to discuss how best to progress. Meanwhile its like being in limbo all the time. Although not as bad its a little like when I miscarried. I was told there was an empty sac and then told I might have got my dates wrong and to wait. Its horrible, you go from completely numb to not knowing what to do. I daren't let dh see me cry (as he really can't cope with seeing me upset) but I have some fantastic friends around me who have rushed to my rescue and we've agreed that I cry with them and laugh with him.
Meanwhile my mother threatened to turn up to the Halloween party I'd arranged for dd1 and her school friends whose parents we are also very close to. I took my counsellor's advice and let dh handle her. He's rather enjoying the freedom. Until now I wouldn't let him join in and it drove him nuts - so at least he's getting some fun. I'm strongly considering writing her a letter asking her to leave me alone for awhile.
Work is work and awful but there may be some kind of break through on the horizon.
The only other thing is.... Katherine I've done a you! I'm two days late. I'm never late! I'm hoping that by writing this here it will make it arrive! I'm on anti-depressants and have been categorically told by my gp not to fall. Although I want another dh still does not. It would break him to have to worry about another child given what's happening. At the same time I'm not exactly fit at the moment, I'm barely eating, stressed out of my mind and hardly in a good state to carry. Another loss would cripple me. Hopefully stating these facts out loud will mean that it will start pleeeease
DD1 has been having monster nightmares. Dh walked into her room and asked her where the monster was (she pointed to the cupboard), he then opened the cupboard door, lifted the imaginary monster up, stomped down the stairs and booted it out the front door with the words "No monsters are allowed in this house!". He does this from time to time and it seems to work. What the neighbours think when he does this at 3.00 am in the morning is anyone's guess .
Hope I haven't made you all too gloomy.