Hello everyone! I’m so sorry about my lack of communication since my operation which was, unbelievably, 10 weeks ago! So, let’s back up to the surgery and we’ll work our way forward to where we’re at now. I had the … Continue reading
He wanted to come over as soon as I was diagnosed but I convinced him to wait until after my surgery so that I could spend time with him in my own home rather than in the hospital surrounded by all those sick people…
My limited mobility after surgery turned me into a clingy child. I wanted my Mum, Steph or my sister to be with me constantly and I would secretly cry if they had to go out. I’ve always been a very independant person and enjoy my own company but during this, I was anxious and scared and didn’t want to be alone for a second.
Seeing my Dad was wonderful. Knowing he was nearby was so comforting.
We have a lot in common, Dad and I. We love nothing more than a good camping trip with a bit of kayaking, walking, whisky drinking and guitar playing. I wasn’t able to do any of this while he was over and that was grim. I felt really guilty about sleeping on the couch beside him while he watched TV or played guitar. I know he just wanted to be with me but I was already desperate to return to normal. I’ll let you know when that happens!
We did manage a few little walks and got out to eat a few times too. This felt pretty enormous after being in hiding for the past few weeks. I even did a test run of one of my wigs in preparation for chemo starting.
Dad went home and it was a really emotional goodbye. I can admit now that I was terrified I’d never see him again and tried to hold on to every moment in my mind. Cancer is a great giver of perspective and I can tell you that the most important thing in this world is being loved and loving others in return. A bit Cheesey McCheese but it’s powerfully true.
OK, go and hug someone. Do it, you’ll feel good x