So my Mam has the op date booked. She will only have two boobies for another 2.5 weeks, then will be going solo. How do you possibly get your head around that?! How do you wake up in the morning, look down, and see such an integral part of your life for 50 years just isn't there anymore? Sadly far too many people have to find that out. And my beautiful Mam is the next one.
So, for the next few weeks, she is going shopping. She is going to wear all her best outfits, and pick up a few more. We are going to party to celebrate my daughter's birth and ask God to look after her life going forward.
And all the while, we are going to pretend there isn't this great big elephant in the room. That we aren't all counting down to D Day. That my Mam isn't about to undergo the biggest challenge of her life.