Posted in My mum
It was a strange day today. In Cabarete, everything normal; sun shining light breeze, a good Sunday for everyone to relax and feel good, but in my head, turmoil. My lovely, funny, caring and strong mother will undergo an big operation tomorrow to remove a cancer that was recently discovered. My parents are wonderful, fit people and I had not really considered any threat in the near future to the status quo. Living so far away from my family, I miss seeing them obviously, that’s one of the hazards of being here, but ever-supportive of my rather unconventional life choices, we speak and see each other often via the great invention of Skype.
I spoke with my mum this morning and she was relieved to be going into hospital, but after waiting for the last two weeks and knowing that something was wrong, she was tired from not sleeping well and for the first time I can ever remember, showed some of her own worry.
My two sisters are close by for her and my Dad, and we are all taking a lot of comfort in the fact that she is so strong. She has already survived breast cancer 19 years ago. She will not read this before her operation tomorrow, but I am immensely proud of the person she is, her strength, her kindness and sense of humour.
Mum; You know the trouble with the World all started with Alcopops being sold in Tescos. Clare xxxxxx