After the watershed

My morning off. Should be resting not blogging. But there you go.

Tired. So very tired. Too much emotion over the last week.

Tuesday's MRI and worry about heavy-handed trachy changes. Wednesday's neurosurgeon call about possible third tumour. Thursday's day lost in the fog of trying-not-to-worry worry. Friday's wait for the second MRI and verdict. The relief that it was a red herring. Saturday's try desparately to enjoy the time with the boy. Followed by the emotional crash last night. I completely mis-handled a phone call to auntie, which was meant to be thanking her for what she's done this week. No good deed goes unpunished. Not sure what happened. But my blundering about made things worse. Compounded things by staying up too late last night.

Now we have to gear up again for the surgery on Thursday. Never a dull moment.