May 12th

doom day - results await us in a few hours, not sure if its the sickness bug that the eldest and hubby had the other day, but got a wobbly tummy this morning. Wrote down full list of questions that I want to ask and the definitions of the terms that may be used.

The last week and half have been as normal - hubby gone back to work (thank god - he was costing us a fortune! Not with lost wages, as he has been in receipt of full pay but with his spending as he was bored). I'm back to running around like an headless chicken with the house and the kids. Cricket season has started in full swing. The eldest plays for a club and is involved in 2 different age group teams which not only needs the matches days and nights sorting but also practice, net sessions and when hes not timetabled for any of these then he wants to go to the cricket club anyway. Might as well move his and hubby's clothes etc up there in the summer as they spend more time there than at home.

Anyway, off to the outpatients - finding a parking space is harder than thing of the winning 6 numbers on a Saturday, we eventually parked with 2 minutes to spare, only to have to sit in the waiting area for over an hour as the clinic was running late. We were called in to hear the most fantastic news - although it was defiantly a tumour, it was the type that doesn't spread and they got it all! He may still need a shot of chemo (as a precaution) but that's it for any sympathy from me!

I can get back to telling him off for having a good 'ferk around' in public (the hair is growing back) without feeling guilty. Life's back to normal...