I had my check up with the oncologist today.
I took my Mum. She's a breast cancer veteran: been there, done that, got the Tamoxifen and the mismatched boobs.
He only had half my blood test results, but those he had included the cancer tumour marker count which was fine.
I should be happy.
I expected to be writing a blog post about remembering what's important in life, seizing the day and all that sort of uplifting stuff...
....but instead I feel totally flat. Drained. Exhausted. Like a whoopee cushion without its whoop.
I came home. Did the school run. Answered 'uh-huh' to all the children's chatter and questions. Then, as soon as Mr SM walked in the door, I went to bed.
I just lay there for ages feeling numb.
I wanted to cry, but couldn't. And I can't find the words to express how I'm feeling. I've lost my tears and my vocabulary.
I'm tired of it all.