Everybody knows now. Friends, family, everybody.
In a strange way it gives me comfort to know I don’t have to pretend everything’s fine all the time.
Friends have been incredibly supportive, I’ve had some beautiful messages over the past 24 hrs from close friends but also from people I hardly know. Sending me love, thinking of me, sharing their stories of cancer and death that I had no idea about before.
This morning in the playground was hard. Lots of faces looking at me with “that look”, not knowing what to say or even if to say something. The look of pity and sadness. I don’t blame them, I’ve looked at people like that before too. I know what would have been going through their minds, I know they feel some of my sadness and that’s enough for me.
My best friend Leanne was amazing, I never doubted that she would be. I truly believe we were meant to meet, I don’t know why yet but I get the feeling it’s for something amazing, I often wonder if she feels the same way?
We’re going to visit Mum tomorrow, apparently she’s in good spirits and is still bossing my Dad around! She’s also having a blast of radiation tomorrow to help with the pain which apparently might make her feel temporarily worse.
I told the kids that grandma has cancer and is never going to get better. It was easier than I thought actually, they just took it in. Jasper asked if it was medication that made your hair fall out when you had cancer, his teacher recently went through treatment for breast cancer so there are things he is already aware of and I am very thankful for that. Kids are much more resilient than we ever give them credit for but I can’t help but worry about he circumstances of future visits. Will she be hooked up to machines? Will she be unconscious? In a way I am grateful that I don’t live up there anymore but I also feel very guilty. My day to day life hasn’t changed like that of my brother, sister and dads! They see her everyday, they will see her as she declines and will be there when she dies.
Is it wrong to not want to be there when the time comes?