At 6pm the specialist phoned me and apologised for doing this over the phone but he believed we would be waiting for the diagnosis.
He said that we definitely had a problem here and that Jimmy has bone marrow cancer and that it is Myeloma. CANCER.......the dreaded word......and suddenly it had become part of my world. I listened to everything that he was saying, my mind racing all over the place. And with his words still sounding in my ear but at a distance, almost as if in a tunnel, it all sank in. I could feel my hot tears running down my cheeks, said goodbye and burst out sobbing and ran to the bathroom.
Jimmy had been sitting on the couch in the lounge and when I looked up from blowing my nose, he was standing in front of me with tears running down his cheeks. I suddenly realised that without even saying anything to him, he knew he had cancer. He stepped forward, put his arms around me and told me not to worry, everything would be okay.....
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