A rainy day with craft brings people together.
I sat next to a mum of four – three boys and a girl – and she told me her cancer story.
Her son then aged 9 had a lump on his knee. She went to her physio and then her GP and then the specialist. Bone cancer. After 10 months of treatment and an operation, all seems well.
We both looked at each other with glazed eyes. It felt strange. We were strangers but we were connected. She told me that she had lost friends and gained friends. She told me that she had eaten lots of lasagna. She told me that life was now strange. I could relate to all of it.
It felt nice to connect but part of me just wanted to press ‘delete’ and disappear.
How come I am Sitting at a camp Quality camp as a guest. Makes no sense. I am a cancer mum. I am a cancer mum. I can’t actually believe it. This weekend has taught me that it’s true. And my husband a cancer dad. Wow. Not ready to accept that. Not sure I ever will be.