Tomorrow my Mam starts her radiotherapy. She has been, had scans, had tattoo spots marked in her skin, and is raring to go. She doesn't seem bothered at all about this next phase of treatment, so we are trying our best not to be.
She is so positive because, to her, it is a 5 minute treatment. To us, we are worried, because of the 2 1/2 hour trip using public transport. Although I do suspect she is looking forward to having a purpose every day, instead of having to find things to do.
In other news, baby fluff hair is growing (pure white, shocker ... so she is now threatening to do an Annie Lennox!) and Mam is still feeling absolutely fine. For the first time in 5 months my parents have been out for a curry, previously a weekly occurance if they could get away with it. My children were snotty this weekend, but we didn't have to self impose a quarantine. Life is getting back to normal.