Slightly MIA

There’s been a blog post percolating for a few days now. Sorta. Kinda. Ish. Well.

Hell. It’s almost impossible to articulate nicely, but I can’t quite bring myself to come straight out with it. So we’ll have a bit of a lead in.

That operation? Well. N’s dad came out the other side OK. But this is a new OK. It’s an OK that’s not actually very OK. It’s an OK that involves brain tumours, of the most vile and virilent type. Of a type where they’re going to blast him with heavy doses of radiation, five days at a go, and the type where we honestly don’t expect him to be with us in a year’s time. Those tumours are inaccessible: they can’t cut them out without making a horrible mess of his brilliant brain. We don’t think he’s going to be at our wedding – and he’s not the type to suggest that we move the date so that he can be with us. And anyhow, with that sort of regimen, it’s anyone’s guess as to whether he’d be well enough in six months (should there be an apostrophe there?) time to come to a crowded public place and not risk what’s left of his health.  We learned the full horror of it all a couple of Thursdays ago: it takes a while for everyone to process all of this.

There’s been a bit of mental gear changing in the past week or so. We think we’re OK with this. In an entirely this is not actually OK sort of a manner, but there’s precious little that we can do about any of it, so we may as well just get incredibly drunk to get over the initial shock of it all, and then just Get On.
 
Getting on involves the following
 
  • morris dancing
  • cuddling very new babies (aren’t they just lovely when they’re only a week or so old?)
  • beer/gin/tea/coffee/chocolate
  • running: yesterday I ran nearly 10 miles on and off-road, and then N did it all over again as part of his last long run training for the Chicago Marathon. I’m still praying that I don’t get a cold this week, as I’m not even at half way for my fundraising for my second half marathon of September on Sunday. SUNDAY!
  • knitting
  • stitchery
  • starting off the tax return
  • paying in cheques and paying the chiropractor
  • snuggles
  • making a new batch of yoghurt (the current batch has gone pinky-pink round the edges, which doesn’t strike me as being ineffably healthy)
  • achieving a new low of an asthma attack in the shower after a run. I can’t tolerate showers with seal-you-in-shower-screens. Shame. I was really enjoying that steamy warm shower. And then I terrified myself.
  • roses
  • writing the new division constitution
  • listening to Radio 4 Extra
  • Reading and reading and reading (N’s reading the last Iain Banks. Yes. That one. I’m reading The Bolter, Proust, and The Mandarins. And some Asterix. I want to read The Green Hat). 
  • Buffy the Vampire Slayer
  • Remembering to water the plants
  • Clearing out Stuff. N took me to the tip yesterday. He’s sooooo romantic.
  • Curry
  • Guidemin
  • Lists

I think Mr Banks says it better: he articulated what N was struggling to, and I think it’s helped.

“I still find it hard to believe he’s actually going to die….it seems some part of me can’t accept it’s actually going to happen. I think it must be quite an important, if deeply buried, part of me, because otherwise I’d feel more. I mean, about him dying soon. As we stand, I mostly feel numb, and I’ve yet to break down, yet to cry properly, yet to feel any terror or impending sense of doom. Maybe that’ll change once he’s bed-bound and immobile, or in a coma, or at the moment he dies. Or later. Maybe this strange numbness is just a survival mechanism, to let me cope.”

Mostly, N looks after me. Sometimes, in times like this, I look after N. And you lot look after me. ‘cos you’re awesome friends.

xxx

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One thought on “Slightly MIA

  1. I wish I could give you a hug. No words can provide the comfort both you and N need right now. News like this is a huge blow to your life and turns it upside down and makes you realize how precious time with family is, because you don’t know if today will be your last day with them. Take care of yourself (echinacea works wonders) so you can be strong for N.

    ((Hugs))

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