I didn’t think I would be writing about this of all the things in the world, but well clearly I was wrong… as per usual.
My mother had the Fine Needle Aspiration Cytology (FNAC) test done yesterday for a small disk-shaped lump on her breast. This is because of regular pain and that my youngest aunt at the age of 40 has been diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer leading to her having to undergo mastectomy and chemotherapy this month. [Fun year 2013 has been]. We are waiting for the official results but they have their ‘suspicions’.
There has to be a limit to all the horrible things the universe can throw at us, but apparently not.
So, tired and exhausted. But can NOT afford to dissolve into panic and my recurring bad days because my father keeps pointedly telling me to ‘stay strong’. Which is code for ‘you are the eldest child, you can’t be not normal, especially now’. So chin up it is and with digging my nails (blunt now because my sister worries) into my palm and forearms, I should survive.