“I’m going back to work next week” I told the nurses and doctors proudly.
I emailed my boss. Even chatted to him on the phone. Said it was all going great and I could come back part time. Three days a week. Monday Wednesday Friday.
It was Monday when we spoke and we agreed I would be at my desk the following Monday. It was one month since the diagnosis. I was ready to get back into my old life.
That never happened.
The nurses and doctors when I told them my work plans looked at me quizzically but didn’t say a word. I look back now and I thank them for not bursting my bubble. Some things you have to work out on your own.
I was like a new mum who had all these grand plans. Until the realisation sets in that it takes longer to do things, plans get delayed or never happen.
I am not a new mum but I am new to a devastating illness. My four year old daughter has been diagnosed with leukaemia. Absolutely shocking news that changes your life. I was in denial.
I just thought I could juggle even more! What I didn’t realise was the unpredictability of Ruby’s illness. The medications. The side effects. The hospital vists. And the exhaustion.
I have to be there for Ruby. That’s means this year my job is not in PR with a salary that I so enjoyed. It’s actually harder than that. I have the biggest job of my life. Getting Ruby well. And making sure I stay mentally and physically fit for the challenge.