DH is in for surgery at the back end of next week. I've gone quiet too as I've tried to process his diagnosis, but more and more I'm coming to view this as a blessing rather than the reverse. We are very, very fortunate that his condition has been caught early. Because it's symptomless, most men don't get a diagnosis this early and the cancer remains undetected, enabling it to do more damage.
The doctors are using the word 'curable'. I choose to cling to that, and although I get the odd wobble, I'm finding myself able to remain positive.
He'll be scanned around 6-8 weeks after surgery to ensure they've got it all. That will be quite a frightening time. Meantime, I've been brought off anticoagulants and tested to ensure I can remain off them. The tests have all come back negative. So, assuming I don't have any further clotting issues, I've come out of my ordeal with nothing more than a sometimes stiff and sore lower back.
It's been a rough 8 months, but I consider we've been fortunate given other possible outcomes. So today, I'm visiting my sacred spring and clootie tree. I'll leave a crystal in its waters as an offering. And this time I've even managed to persuade DH to come with me. That is a turn up!
Sending positivity and brightest blessings to all. I'll light a candle for your grandmother @VioletCharlotte