posted on 08 January 2009 13:26
by
DavidR
Carcinogen - the final prognosis
¦ dialling in from workstation ¦
13:28 GMT, Thursday 8th Jan 2009. Puffy eyes, red rimmed and glazed; sinus cavities blown dry… lips chapped and moisture starved. A combination of the cold weather and a lot of spent emotion. I had the phone call yesterday afternoon. Sitting at work - probably the worst place to get this kind of call. My mum had the results from her scan. Not good news. Not good at all. If the doctors are right – and I’m praying they’re not, I’ve just spent my last Christmas with the family as it is. 2009 is going to be a year of dealing with change and the trauma of watching somebody I love, die.
Not much more to say really.
Djr