|My mother in 2010 before diagnosis|
“I’ve been recalled following my routine mammogram” she said. “Fuck”. I thought. “Right”, I said.
And so she went, on the other side of the world, for tests. “I’m sorry” he said. “We’ll operate”.
So it was removed. The lump.
“I’m sorry”, he said. “It’s worse than we thought”.
She went to the oncologist. She had the chemotherapy, followed by radiotherapy. My mum.
She lost her hair. She got a wig. She kept positive. I was scared. My mum.
She asked her radiotherapy oncologist “How do I know if its gone?”
“When you die of old age” he said.
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