waiting

today life dealt a monumental shitty hand when the consultant told Dad, Mum and me that the Hero in my world has cancer. i've always hated that word - possibly a subconscious thing after almost losing Mum to a very rare (then) form of it when I was little - but now i hate it with such venom i want to rip the evil tumour out with my own teeth and spit it onto the floor.

tomorrow is another day and one i'm determined to start as positive as my inner strength will allow as we begin the journey with Dad down the path of appointments, scans, operations and treatment. I have no idea how long that path will last nor how bumpy but tonight is for unapologetically drowning my anger in a bottle of something Scottish till I have no more tears or thoughts left.