The Party

My daughter-in-law, the Secret Redhead, had a 40th birthday party tonight.

We were invited, if I were fit enough.  I was feeling fairly good, so we went.

It was an excellent do. The family were there (The Engineer, and my grandchildren the Beautician and the Cheerleader), I got hugs from all of them.  But what I didn’t expect was the number of people who came up to wish me well, or the number of them that read this blog.

All I can say is thank you everyone.  Please pray for me.

Just one thing I want to make clear, I am not brave.

I am afraid, but I have no choice but to carry on.  I’m very much aware that so far I have got off very lightly, whilst others have had a very bad time indeed.  They are the ones who are brave.  For a while I thought I was going that way, believe me it makes you think.

Now all I have is the wait until I have the scan and get the results.  And I will moan impatiently about that, because I hate waiting.  I am one of the lucky ones, so far,  my signs are good.

And meanwhile I will carry on, I will muck about and make jokes about the cancer, and about myself, because that’s how I cope, by mocking the thing I fear.

But don’t call me brave.