The eagle-eyed of my readers may have noticed a distinct lack of scrapbooking on this blog. Now, there's not been a lot of blogging, I know, but even less scrapping. There is a reason for this, and I've thought long and hard about sharing this, but it's part of me, and although it's not my story to tell, it is part of me and my story.
So, here goes.... This is a transcription of the hidden journalling, behind the photo of my brother, my sister and me...
It's all letters and numbers
I started the day with a list of numbers. You know, 6.40 alarm went off.
1 cup of tea
3 red lights
1 green light
4 cups of fruit tea
You get the idea...
But, by the end of the day there were some new numbers.
1 word
6 letters
Cancer.
My brother has cancer. He's had the op, and today found out that it's not the better seranoma we hoped for. But the teratoma. Which means two lots of chemotherapy. But, that has it's own numbers.
2 doses of chemo
6 weeks
2% chance of recurrance.
He should be done by Christmas.
This was originally journalled on Tuesday October 26th 2010, inspired by the day's prompt on Shimelle's on-line class, True Stories. And finally scrapped on 30th December 2010.
So, there you go. Sorry to end the year on a bit of a downer. But, his outlook is good. He had his (hopefully) last lot of chemo yesterday, and, as a family we shall spend new year's eve together and say goodbye to the old year, and look forward. To a happy and, above all, healthy new year.
