The 29th & 30th; I hate that the day is coming when I can’t buy her Mother’s Day cards anymore.

April 1, 2014 — Leave a comment

The 29th of March.

No pain this morning which was a plus. I got up at half nine and got dressed for a day with actual sunshine! Most of which, I spent inside but nevermind.

I spent my morning with the weekend paper, once I’d extracted myself from underneath the cat, and this afternoon, Daddy and I went to see Captain America. I do love some fighty smashy superhero fun. Scarlett Johansson is quite badass also – I would like to kick ass like her.

When we got back, I went upstairs to wrap Mommy’s presents for tomorrow and now we are watching Alan Carr.

I saw Helen from CLIC Sargent yesterday and she kept telling me I’m “made of stern stuff”. People say that a lot, or words to that effect. I don’t know how they expect me to be – right now, I’m fine. My body is working at its best capacity, and I can’t complain about it right now. Yes, I’m sick but right now I’m okay and I can’t be moaning about it all the time when there’s really nothing wrong. Until I’m laid up in bed feeling like crap, I’m okay.

The 30th of March.

Today is Mother’s Day. When I got up, mine was out, taking her own to church, so when she came back, I gave her her presents of red velvet and London gin truffles from Prestat and a print of a teacup that says “thank you for being you”. We watched Sunday Brunch, then went to get Grandma and we all went for a carvery. I had turkey and a larger than is socially acceptable amount of roasted parsnips.

The rest of the day has been spent watching things on the box and winning at Catchphrase.

I can’t imagine how shit it must be to be my mum. For the past six and a half years, it’s been non-stop threats to my life, illness after illness, constant worry about my physical and mental health, and now the knowledge that there is literally nothing left to do to fix me, and we’re just waiting for the day when they can’t treat the bugs any more. How does she do it? How is she still so strong and incredible and wonderful? How? She’s magnificent, and I hate that the day is coming when I can’t buy her Mother’s Day cards anymore.

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