Mornings are really not good for me just now. I just feel so shitty for the first few hours. Of course I have to eat something to take chemo, so this is not easy.
G and D came up from Friday and home on Sunday. It was lovely to see G again and meet D - he is a lovely man. I got really emotional when I dropped them at airport, as it suddently hit me when we were saying goodbye that I may not see them again. The reality of this just made me cry all the way home.
While G and D were here, I went and bought dad a car on Satursday. Dont pick it up till Thursday, but dad knows nothing about it. Cant wait to see his face.
Went to the funeral directors today, so gonna get everything sorted for them that I need to do, and that will be something else ticked off the list.
This is my story, as a 42 year old, young woman, living with terminal breast cancer.
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