A quick life update
Well, it’s been one hell of a week – and not in a good way.
It’s hard to believe that, this time last week, the sun was still shining, and we still had some hope that we’d get some good news from Terry’s mum’s latest medical tests. This week, the grey sky and Biblical-style rain has perfectly matched our moods, and added to that surreal feeling that’s totally infused everything right now: we’re still going through the motions of everyday life, but it’s impossible to ignore the fact that everyday life has changed for us, and will never be the same again.
The good news – if there can be said to be “good” news right now – is that Terry’s mum herself is doing really well: she doesn’t have too many physical symptoms right now, and mentally – well, mentally the woman is a complete inspiration, who’s just powering on regardless.
I’d always known she was strong (This is a woman who was abandoned on an Athens doorstep as a baby, and whose childhood didn’t really get much better from there…), but seriously: the day after her diagnosis, she went to bingo as usual (Us: “Are you sure you want to go to bingo?” Terry’s mum: “Well, what else would I be doing on a Tuesday night?”), and the day after that, she cooked dinner for 7 people.
We did try to dissuade her from this, obviously, and offered to do the cooking for her from now on, but if you’ve ever met a Greek mother, you’ll know you aren’t getting out of her house until you’ve eaten at least your own bodyweight in home-cooked food, and if cancer thinks it’s going to stop my mother-in-law from feeding her family, well, cancer doesn’t know my mother-in-law, is all I’m saying.
(She did apologise for buying in cakes rather than making them from scratch. She says she’ll get to that next week.)
Anyway. Because Terry’s mum has been so brave, we’ve all been basically taking our cue from her, and doing our best to stay calm, even when we feel anything BUT. All of this is obviously much harder than I’m probably making it sound here, though: honestly, it’s hard not to feel very ‘WHY US?’ about it all right now, and I suspect that will be an ongoing battle. For now, though, we’re just taking it one day at a time, and trying to appreciate every good day we get: sometimes that’s all you can really do, isn’t it?
(Thanks again for all of your wonderful comments this week: I haven’t been able to reply to each one individually, and I know that sometimes it can feel like one more comment can’t possibly help, but trust me when I say that they really do, and that every single one has meant so much to us both – so thank you.)