Some of you may have been reading the ongoing story of my Mum. She is due to have a CAT scan and we have been given some hope that she may be considered for chemo.
(Recurrant liver mets after resection.)
I sit here and write this and feel furious and upset. My 9 year old boy has just cautiously asked me if boys have periods. My answer was of course 'no.' but I asked straight away if he had been bleeding whilst passing stools.
(When he was around 6 he had been diagnosed with a tear. I remember freaking when I saw the blood on the toilet paper, not in front of him of course.) He was then referred for a year to the paediatrician and after taking laxatives and concentrating on incorporating fruits galore into the diet, the problem went.
Tonight he has just told me there is blood on the toilet roll when he goes to the toilet. I'm devastated. I almost snapped at my poor Mum who is practically bed ridden when she complained that she has been on her own upstairs for several hours. I feel like i'm being pulled in all directions and just want some space, peace and happiness.
I'm so sorry for my little boy, I could just read that he's really worried, the poor thing. I'm praying that this is just another tear or that he wiped his bum too hard. I'm sick to death of all this. If he still has a problem by Wednesday I shall take him to the doctor again.
Please God, it's nothing else.
This feels like the last straw. I've really had enough. I come to you guys, and ask you for your patience if i'm not as positive as most of you are, but I really need to feel sad right now.
Mali.