She puts it out of her mind.
It doesn't go away.
She goes to the G.P., then sent to the specialist.
The results comeback, the fear is realised. It's cancer.
"No problem" she says.
"Surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy".
"Right let's do it".
And it gets done.
10 years pass.
"It's back" she tells her sons when she awakes in ICU. "I'll never be cured but I'll be well managed, we have time".
Affairs are put in order, they come to terms with it.
Gradually it spreads, gradually it gets worse.
Yet somehow she goes on. Beds are to be made, shopping has to be done "because my husband and the boys will only make a balls of it".
She goes on. Strong. Stubborn. Determined. Making sure everyone around her goes on too.
A fighter. A daughter. A wife. A friend. My mother.
It doesn't go away.
She goes to the G.P., then sent to the specialist.
The results comeback, the fear is realised. It's cancer.
"No problem" she says.
"Surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy".
"Right let's do it".
And it gets done.
10 years pass.
"It's back" she tells her sons when she awakes in ICU. "I'll never be cured but I'll be well managed, we have time".
Affairs are put in order, they come to terms with it.
Gradually it spreads, gradually it gets worse.
Yet somehow she goes on. Beds are to be made, shopping has to be done "because my husband and the boys will only make a balls of it".
There is work to go to, college to go to, friends to be seen, dog to be walked.
She goes on. Strong. Stubborn. Determined. Making sure everyone around her goes on too.
A fighter. A daughter. A wife. A friend. My mother.
I have nothing to say except this.
ReplyDeleteI've been there, and I hear you.
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Powerful. Stay strong!
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