This has been the biggest B*#CH of a week! Last post I was pretty stoked and then I hit a wall called life! At the moment my youngest is up sick so as usual my mind starts turning.
As I have mentioned before, while I work on my writing I look after my kids while my husband works away... but that is not everything.
What I have not mentioned before is that my Mum is currently going through chemotherapy after having a double mastectomy in February. This is how my killer week started out, spending 6 hours in a hospital after the receptionist 'forgot' we were sitting right in front of her!
The whole cancer thing has stirred up a heap of bitterness in me as this is not he first time my Mum has had to fight death and I get a bit angry at the unfairness of it!
About six years ago I was standing in my parents front yard with a friend after a night out at the pub when a couple of police officers pulled up in my Dads car. They told me that some kids had been fighting on the side of the road in the night and one had mistaken mum for one of his enemies and had hurled a rock through her drivers side window.
The rock was about the size of a watermelon and crushed her face.
My friend and I spent the night by the phone while mum had the initial re constructive surgery. The next morning I went to the hospital and had to see my mum coming out of the anesthesia, unaware of what had happened. Her face was swollen to four times its normal size.
Mum spent 5 days in the ICU and the another 3 weeks in the hospital, breathing through a tracheotomy. Her jaw was wired shut for 4 months and then we spent the next few years having more surgeries, including removing all her teeth.
The person responsible only got a few months in jail.
For years I was so angry about all of this, and then I started writing and channeled my emotions into my story. But after hours in hospital rooms on Monday, I found it hard to let it go again. Our family had only just recovered from the accident when Mum found the lump on boxing day, so sometimes it can seem a bit unfair.
But in the end I have my family and I know that there are so many others out there so much worse off.
So I will say goodnight, get some sleep and get back to writing. :)
that is really sad about your mum,the rock thing would have made me so mad as well
ReplyDeleteThanks, It was pretty shit. I feel better after I wrote about it.
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