So, tomorrow is the day it begins...
Chemotherapy.
The c word that helps to treat the other c word.
The beginning of the road out of this nightmare. I hope. I haven't written a huge amount about it here. About the fatigue he's feeling, the pain, the awful hot flushes. Having to face the mortality of my own parents is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I'm not going to lie to you, I fell apart for a while back there. I felt like I was losing everything. Like everything was slipping away. My Dad's cancer combined with various other issues made me feel like everything was falling through my fingers.
But it's not.
He's not.
He will beat this.
We will beat this.
