Mr Birks has Cancer
I haven't posted on my blog for quite some time and it's not just because of my usual tardiness. I usually post about nice things on here, things I enjoy, things that make me happy but since my husband was diagnosed with terminal cancer it has been hard to find anything that brings me joy. When my husband told me that he had found a lump, my first reaction was 'I hope it's not cancer'. His Mum and Dad both died of cancer a few years previously and within one year of each other, so in our family cancer means death. No survivors, no fighters who have won, just beautiful people that have left us too early. When he went for his second biopsy, I knew it was cancer. By this time, my optimism that it could be something else had disappeared and I was beginning to think through practicalities - How would he cope with treatment? How would he eat? How would he talk? Even with our experiences of cancer, I still hadn't faced the idea that he might die. He's 48