Most of the old MR guard will remember my missis was diagnosed with breast cancer 2 years ago almost to the day.
She's done fabulously but tomorrow is mammogram day and we are both shitting ourselves once again.
Although I'll be home tomorrow for the scan, I've been working away this week and dealing with my worry by downing wine in my hotel rooms
Fucking pathetic
Everywhere I look and every time I turn on the TV or radio or open a paper there is some mention of cancer and I keep thinking "fuck it's a bad omen" - I even saw a single magpie today and found myself desperately looking for a second
All the time I'm sat here being pathetic - the missis is at home dealing with the kids and work and never moaning.
I'm not religious but I'm praying
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fingers, legs, eyes, wires all duly crossed.
I would always have a sleepless night before mrs f's check ups. The best news is when the consultant starts to get bored seeing you, and you get shunted down to the registrar.
I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.
Thanks mate - that means a lot coming from someone who's been through it
Seriously: If you value it, take/fetch it yourself