It is with a very heavy heart that I write this post. My liver has been playing up the last couple of months and has now got critical. I have one more chance at a treatment option which may/may not work - to be honest, the oncologist doesn't even know if there will be time to see if the chemo will work. I pray that it will and that it may give me a bit more time with my beautiful family. So, I am in the hospital at the moment with a plan to commence the new chemo tomorrow provided I am well enough ( a bit of a raised temp which I hope will be brought under control).
I was due to finish up at work in 2 weeks - I had so many plans, so many things to still do and now I don't know that I will have the time. Will I be here for Audrey's 7th birthday, for Christmas, for Eli's first year at Kinder? I always knew that the time would come but I always thought I had more time. I always thought I will be one of those ladies that live with cancer for 20 years. Now, nothing is certain. Nothing except the love I have for my family. I wish they didn't have to go through this. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.