so. tuesday took a turn for the worse.
my brother was diagnosed with testicular cancer. he goes for surgery next monday, and they will be able to tell from there if it has spread at all.
testicular cancer has a 95% survival rate. he will go on to live a healthy life, and still be able to make mini rhys's.
but cancer is cancer. and after what we have lived through as a family, we understand better than most that anything is possible, and anything can happen.
my brother is making jokes about how he was supposed to of been having his RAF medical but instead got cancer, and how he will soon have balls of steel. as is his dry humour way.
my dad is numb.
i personally am feeling pretty detatched right now. i have lost one brother. i am unable to contemplate losing another.
my mother is not detatched. her PTSD complicates most things, but most definitely these kind of things.
i may be a bit quiet around here. i'm travelling home on saturday, to stay for at least the week.
the freebie workshops definitely won't be going up this month, and i may get even further behind on my emails.
but i think you will all understand.