I have not been able to write much. Not because I don’t have the time or the resources, but because I simply have had no energy to do so. My 2018 was kinda exhausting.
2019 has been a very busy year already and it’s only 25 days old but my heart does yearn for this platform, a place where I can just offload a bit, and so here I am explaining myself a little.
On the 5th of November 2018, my mom was very abruptly diagnosed with breast cancer. My mother who is my absolute hero, my confidant, my rock and very simply my everything. I know you reading this and saying breast cancer is curable and the likes, but no matter how small the tumour or how early it was detected, I promise you this is news not easily digested.
My mother was and is strong, never yielding to a challenge. For my brothers and I, our lives changed a little. A little, a lot. We became way more grown up if ever we weren’t, as we soon had to come to terms with the fact that our mother, who has always taken care of us, now needs us to take care of her. I am sure you understand what I mean when I say that hearing the phrase, “it’s cancer”, is truly a trauma in itself, but there was no real time to be overly sad as we needed to keep it together and figure out how to deal with the news.
Firstly can I say, it’s so important to always get a second option because some humans are idiots and somethings idiots become doctors. The doctor who diagnosed my mom very rudely told her to cut off both her breasts the next day kinda. He simply told her there is no point in worrying about being “sexy” as she is old and just needs to cut her boobs off. Uhmmm, I think not. Fortunately my mother knows better than to listen to idiots and so she opted to seek a secondary opinion, that of Prof Carol Benn.
Wow wow wow wow! Prof Benn is just an angel. She made mom feels like this cancer was simply a flu in the breast that will be gone with some “meds”. I cannot tell you how grateful I felt towards this woman who gave us so much hope.
I won’t bore you with too many details, so fast-forward a little after we dealt with the initial shock and to a time and place where life became a tad crazy. Mom was schedule for her first procedure on the 5th of December, a sentinal biopsy. An operation where they checked out her lymph nodes to make sure the cancer had not spread there. The operation was successful in itself and though small was not too nice to endure. All was fine and mom was cleared for no chemo and so we all felt very happy that after the tumour be removed that the nasty episode will be over soon, with just some radiation therapy later.
Still the cancer had to be cut our and so on 10 December my mother dearest went in for a partial mastectomy and a reconstruction all in one, a rather busy operation, but a successful operation nevertheless. After a few days in hospital mom came home, (my amazing sexy hubby invited mom to live with us earlier in December, so we could take care of her), and she recovered beautifully for the next 8 weeks. We had a fantastic Christmas, New Years, birthdays (mine), tons of braai’s, lunches, dinners and what not . But it also meant lots of cooking, cleaning, visitors, tea-making and hosting. And it was rather tiring , so little time was spent on blogging I guess. And now, well now I am still tired.
I am not complaining, in fact I viewed it as a great privilege to look after my mom and I believe this curve ball has brought us closer as a family and for this I am so grateful. I have also learnt so much through this process, this uncomfortable journey, that I am actually so much stronger than I knew.
My mother is fine and I am fine, we are fine, we still soldering on but we getting through this, we have hope, faith and love.
I do also need say thank you to my personal angels, my husband Warren, my brothers Chadwin and Revaldo, my sister Bronwyn, my aunts (all so amazing) , my friend, way to many angels to name one by one but I see you.
2019 is better is different and we will be kicking butt. Happy 2019 and here’s to more time and energy for me to write more.