And so it begins.
Mam had her first treatment yesterday, in her words she "shut her eyes and let them get on with it"! She sounded fine, but I can't help feeling there was an undercurrent in her voice. I just wish sometimes she would let herself admit when things aren't 100%, everyone is allowed an off day after all. But then again she is doing the 'Mum' thing of protecting her children - I feel it so strongly with my babies and I am sure it never fades even when your babies are twenty-something, or even forty-something.
I think we had all been downplaying the immensity of the next three weeks. The thing that has really hit me today is the phonecalls. I am so used to just dropping Mam a phonecall at whatever time of the day, now I will be lucky to catch her in before she has to be up and out to travel to hospital. I will miss that.
1 treatment down, 14 to go ...