We finally told difficult child 3. He's taking his time absorbing this. I emphasised that the tumour is the size of my thumbnail and is one of the least nasty. I said I will be fine, the doctors are really good at fixing this kind of cancer, I told him of the two people we know well who have completely recovered from this same cancer. But I also pointed out that while I'm being treated, I will need extra support and will be feeling very sick at times because it's important to make sure they get all the cancer. I kept it positive and although an hour or so later he came up to me and gave me a hug (looking very much like he needed reassurance) he seems to be OK after this. I'll of course tell his therapist about it as soon as I can. We may have to cancel Tuesday's therapist appointment, it depends on how things go for me with the surgeon's appointment beforehand.
Today I finished telling my sisters. I still haven't talked to my eldest brother about it. By now they will be calling one another. The general response form my siblings is, "Crikey! You just can't take a trick, can you?" meaning, I've had more than my fair share of problems.
I've had a few of my closest friends call me to talk. One of them has been through this before, in spades - we both doubt that I'll have anything like as bad a time as she had. She is doing great now, even though she had such an advanced, aggressive cancer which had already invaded almost all her lymph nodes. I'm a lot older than she was, I'm menopausal, this is smaller than hers.
Another friend also rang - she's had the biopsies done, they were negative in her case. All are offering support, physical as well as emotional.
I'm in good hands in many ways. My friend who is a long-term survivor - I have the same surgeon she did.
We're just about to head down to mother in law's place to give her some dinner. We've still got to keep helping her as long as we can, especially as she's only just out of hospital today.
Thanks, everybody, for your support.
Marg