Ok, So my dinner wasn't too bad....
I dont know how I find myself here. Blogging I mean. My mum has been at me for a long time to start a blog up, and I guess I have sub-consciously found myself creating one; seeing as she is the reason I feel the need to blog.
Let me first say, my mother is my best friend. We have been through a lot together over the span of my lifetime, she has most certainly influenced almost 95% of my best decisions and has never been the type of person to say 'I told you so' when I disregarded any of her concerns and totally fucked up in some area's of my life. She just wiped my tears and helped me through the darkness. With my mum there is ALWAYS light at the end of the tunnel.
She has recently been diagnosed with a rare form of Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, Splenic Marginal Zone Lymphoma. Currently, her spleen is the size of a rugby ball and her bone marrow is infected with the disease too. This makes it advanced, I think. I say I think, because as its a rarer type of NHL there isnt a lot of literature to dive into and dissect. Also, the day she got diagnosed 16th of August 2011, I was too busy fighting the urge to either vomit or pass out, to ask the Oncologist. It must be advanced as she started her chemotherapy 36 hours after diagnosis, when usually this type of cancer requires a 'Watch and wait' approach before treatments like Chemo are considered. Chemotherapy consisting of Fludarabine and Cyclophosphamide commenced on 18.08.11 Alongside these drugs she is to take a cocktail of other drugs to counteract the side effects of the Chemo.
To say my mind has been blown with it all is an understatement. I'm currently without a brain as it is still all over the walls of the family room, in which we were told of her cancer. Hypothetically speaking of course. I've found myself needing an outlet to throw my thoughts about, to offload and to occasionally abandon my emotions in. Facebook isn't the platform for me to do this, I dont know why, probably because Im being the typical 'strong' me that everyone knows and loves (or at least likes!) and the fact that my mum is a friend on there and the last thing I want her to do is feel that she is somehow to blame for me needing a vent at times. She has more than enough to be going on with.
I dont aim to use Bloggyblog purely as a negative outlet, but to just share what comes into my head as and when it needs to. A diary of sorts, because GOD KNOWS I've pissed a few people off using FB as my own personal space to unleash my emotional beast.... I'm more than aware that a few ex-friends seem to dislike me having a personality that doesnt conform to what they want. If I stay the docile 'yes' friend, them Im acceptable, but if I occasionally 'grow a pair' and become a 'No' person... then I am no longer worthy of breathing the same oxygen as them.
As this is the case, I aim to remain as anonymous as I can within the constraints of my rants and the world wide web. That being said, I change my mind as often as I change my knickers!
A brief introduction of the anonymous me, I'm 36 years old. I have two gorgeous children, Im married and have two random pets. A Siberian Husky, who is affectionately known as Comedy Dog and a black cat. I must also mention the tank full of tropical fish, who I have named after serial killers; only yesterday I introduced Charles Bronson to my tank LOL. He is a big bully Mbuna.... with teeth!
So, hello to anyone who stumbles upon my page, I make no apology for the way my mind works hahaha
Let me first say, my mother is my best friend. We have been through a lot together over the span of my lifetime, she has most certainly influenced almost 95% of my best decisions and has never been the type of person to say 'I told you so' when I disregarded any of her concerns and totally fucked up in some area's of my life. She just wiped my tears and helped me through the darkness. With my mum there is ALWAYS light at the end of the tunnel.
She has recently been diagnosed with a rare form of Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, Splenic Marginal Zone Lymphoma. Currently, her spleen is the size of a rugby ball and her bone marrow is infected with the disease too. This makes it advanced, I think. I say I think, because as its a rarer type of NHL there isnt a lot of literature to dive into and dissect. Also, the day she got diagnosed 16th of August 2011, I was too busy fighting the urge to either vomit or pass out, to ask the Oncologist. It must be advanced as she started her chemotherapy 36 hours after diagnosis, when usually this type of cancer requires a 'Watch and wait' approach before treatments like Chemo are considered. Chemotherapy consisting of Fludarabine and Cyclophosphamide commenced on 18.08.11 Alongside these drugs she is to take a cocktail of other drugs to counteract the side effects of the Chemo.
To say my mind has been blown with it all is an understatement. I'm currently without a brain as it is still all over the walls of the family room, in which we were told of her cancer. Hypothetically speaking of course. I've found myself needing an outlet to throw my thoughts about, to offload and to occasionally abandon my emotions in. Facebook isn't the platform for me to do this, I dont know why, probably because Im being the typical 'strong' me that everyone knows and loves (or at least likes!) and the fact that my mum is a friend on there and the last thing I want her to do is feel that she is somehow to blame for me needing a vent at times. She has more than enough to be going on with.
I dont aim to use Bloggyblog purely as a negative outlet, but to just share what comes into my head as and when it needs to. A diary of sorts, because GOD KNOWS I've pissed a few people off using FB as my own personal space to unleash my emotional beast.... I'm more than aware that a few ex-friends seem to dislike me having a personality that doesnt conform to what they want. If I stay the docile 'yes' friend, them Im acceptable, but if I occasionally 'grow a pair' and become a 'No' person... then I am no longer worthy of breathing the same oxygen as them.
As this is the case, I aim to remain as anonymous as I can within the constraints of my rants and the world wide web. That being said, I change my mind as often as I change my knickers!
A brief introduction of the anonymous me, I'm 36 years old. I have two gorgeous children, Im married and have two random pets. A Siberian Husky, who is affectionately known as Comedy Dog and a black cat. I must also mention the tank full of tropical fish, who I have named after serial killers; only yesterday I introduced Charles Bronson to my tank LOL. He is a big bully Mbuna.... with teeth!
So, hello to anyone who stumbles upon my page, I make no apology for the way my mind works hahaha
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