So we entered the weekend with the news that 'the lump' was now the size of a melon and thus I have christened it 'Melony'. Friday night was muted but reasonably up beat. Saturday, however, was a different subject. The fog descended and her glass was most definitely half empty.
I have to admit that I had to bite my tongue on a couple of occasions as I thought to myself 'how dare you get down about this? I am trying to be strong for you and here you are feeling sorry for yourself!' Now, don't get me wrong, I know that this is the most selfish and thoughtless thing to think but I am learning very quickly that tumours are no respecters of standard belief systems! At least I did bite my tongue and simply sighed heavily on a couple of occasions.
For anyone in a similar situation, all I can say is that, whenever you can, take a breath and think before you speak. However horrid, depressed or angry the other person is being, it is not towards you. They have something growing inside them. Something unnatural. Something that could have come out of a James Herbert novel. It is malignant. It has no feelings. It is a potential death bringer. Give them a break. All this is inside their body - is it any wonder that they get a bit emotional??
As a fightback, on Sunday she decided to make a huge batch of sausage rolls that I brought to work today. She is a very popular lady here! :)
Anyway, it seems that Melony will be with us until the New Year as the surgeon is concerned about the effect on the back problem so will not operate until given the OK by the back 'specialists'. These specialists will be seen on Friday so nothing can be done until January. I wonder if I should send it a card? Wishing you a Happy Christmas and a complete excision in the New Year? Maybe not.
Until next time.
Keep Loving
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