As some of you may know, my mum has cancer. She is 81 and has, until recently, never been sick. She is a very good tennis player but hasn't played for months. Her mum died in 2001 at the age of 101 (and a half), and we thought Mum had a good many years left.
She has cancer of the vulva. She is in agony, and has been for over a year. She recently had some scans and, because the cancer hasn't spread, the doctors feel they can remove, well, everything. She will have a colostomy and a urostomy. Two bags. This is the good news!
My mum is, and always has been, my best friend. Today she stood in the shower while I exfoliated and lotioned her legs (she wants to look nice for her surgery). She hates that she cannot do this herself.
My 86 year-old dad is her nurse, basically. His knees are shot but he's in there helping her clean herself and helping her try to get comfortable. They literally saw each other across a crowded room and fell in love. She was 19 and he was a very handsome 24 year-old in the RAF. They celebrated their 61st wedding anniversary this past April.
So, this is where we are. I, and my brothers, have had it easy until now. But now the time has arrived that we all fear.
For those of you who still have your parents, please, love and appreciate them. I don't mean to be a downer here, but, life one day bites us all in the ass.
And I think of the young lives taken in Paris and Beirut and everywhere this shit is happening. My parents would no doubt change places with them. Just, everyone, appreciate those you love.
Sorry, I guess I just needed to have a bit of a release. Thanks, FJ, for being a place to do that.