I don't like this period. The days running up to the next round of chemotherapy. She's so tired. And you can tell she's in pain. Although she tries to hide it. The days during chemotherapy and directly afterwards are much better. Strange how it works, isn't it? Before all of this I would have assumed that during chemo is when a person would be feeling worst. I know it's individual. But still. It surprised me.
Sixth round coming up. The final one for now. One month left until we know the results. That means one more month for me to live in my bubble. One more month of denial . And then it will be thrown in our faces.
Today we celebrated my paternal grandmother. She turns 90 on Tuesday. Ninety years old. That's really old. I want to sit at my mum's 90th birthday laughing and celebrating just like we did today. I'm hoping for a miracle. Come on science. I know you take huge steps in the right direction every day. You can do it.
Happy birthday farmor (as she's known to me. Means 'fathers mother'), you are one hell of a person. Thank you for never getting tired of playing the same board games with me over and over and over again when I was a kid. I will always love you for that.
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