Time is such a strange thing. Despite its absolute nature, it seems to have the ability to slow itself down to a snail’s pace when all you want is for the anticipation of the worst to be over.
Ten days. Ten bloody awful days of waiting for my appointment and then another two weeks for the results to come in. Soph and Finn have become experts in managing me over the last couple of years and know the best thing to do is keep me busy. Very busy.
Jackson, on the other hand, has been very keen on talking things through, wanting to know all about the various tests and what they are looking for. And what it means if I have to have a colonoscopy. Eventually, Finn had to take him aside and tell him to shut the hell up, that he was just making things worse as my mood swings had become problemati
