Sunday, 2 January 2011

Lol. Fuck.

I miss you. I miss you. I fucking miss you.


Forgot to add that I have to take my Mum to the hospital tomorrow. I'm actually dreading it.

Roughly six years ago, my Mum got hit by a car. Her injuries were a broken collarbone and a blood clot in her left leg. The broken collarbone repaired itself in 6 weeks, and the blood clot taken about 2 months. Six years on, my Mum weirdly started getting pains in her leg again. She discovered that it had swollen up and that she had a lump there. It faded away in two weeks but has since come back. She's finding it completely hard to walk now, yet she continuously says she's okay. I have to take her to the hospital to make sure she's fine, and make sure she gets some anti-biotic's to help cure it. It'd be a lie if I said I wasn't petrified.

I'm trying to not think of the worst right now, but that is extremely difficult. I'm scared that the so-called 'blood clot' in her leg is actually a lump. A lump that signals that you have Cancer. I'm hoping, and actually praying, even though I haven't got a religion, that it's not that. I just want my Mum to be okay.

She's already at high risk of dying. If this is a blood clot, it could easily explode by walking about a lot. And that's difficult for my Mum, because she's a barmaid, she has to walk around a lot. And if that blood clot explodes, all the blood would travel up to my Mum's heart, and she'll more than likely have a heart attack and die, and I don't want to experience that when we're all so young.

Just please, if anybody is out there, please just make sure that my Mum is okay. Please.

She doesn't deserve this. 




Anyway. Back to reading with Brian. 

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