Today's post has been in my mind for a week or so now. As you know I have been going through a tough time and I now feel ready to share.
I thought I knew pain and hurt.
Just over a week ago I heard news I never thought I'd hear. My brother has Cancer. Yes, that awful thing which just eats away and grows.
He had been generally unwell for some time and been in hospital for a few days before a sacn which showed something. Then the hospital confirmed that the tumour found was indeed cancerous. It's so strange because you hear the statistics banded about and somewhere in the back of your mind you think it wont affect you.
When it does, it's such a strange feeling to hear something so bad and not be able to do anything about it. He's my older brother and anyone with older brothers know that they are tough. Needless to say I have taken a lot of things on my shoulder and felt like I should be able to do more and that I should be stronger and that the tears should stop. That took about a week and a half to work my way through and now I'm in the place where I can talk about it without crying and more logically.
Next week will be his operation to remove it and then following that chemotherapy. After that the doctors are very confident that things will be fine. It's gonna be a hell of a battle but one he's ready for and all the family are backing him with.
"Cancer is not a death sentence, but rather it is a life sentence; it pushes one to live," Marcia Smith.
