What the **** !!!

Recently found out that my mother has a lymphnoma in the brain - a form of cancer that only affects approximately 10 people per year here in Scotland. I guess this is a form of therapy for me, to help me cope.

I knew she was special (ALL mothers are special-aren't they!?!) but why couldn't she be a dancer or an artist or something?

Ach well, just need to deal with it....

Funny story that probably says more about us than the doctor involved...when I got the call to go to the hospital, I obviously got there as quick as I could. Mum and the doctor (a German girl, I think) were sitting by the bed and invited me to sit. Mum had obviously been crying and I was mentally preparing myself for bad news. The doc was shuffling papers and getting ready to break the news, but before I got sat down, mum says "The Big "C", son."
Without thinking, I responded "That's alright - you learned to swim, didn't you?"
We both laughed, cried, hugged, etc, with the doc sitting like a lemon, not fully understanding what was happening.

It's that black humour that'll help me.

Cheers for listening.

G.