It is that time when people send their glowing reports of family successes. No-one ever writes when they are in trouble or if they are the letters never reveal it. Every time one arrives I feel angry and upset . So I wrote my own to vent my feelings but never sent it of course.
This year we have travelled over 60,000 air miles. When last year we came to Sydney, we had no idea of how that decision was to look in the light of events this year. Life had become so stale that an opportunity to refresh was too good to turn down.
Then we learnt that Emma was seriously ill. She had been experiencing symptoms for some time, going back again and again to doctors, having tests but with no resolution. In March 2003, when she was an emergency case, she had an operation to remove a large cyst and an ovary. At that time, there was no talk of malignancy but some weeks afterwards, the truth came out with further tests and she was diagnosed with advanced ovarian cancer. Another major operation to remove the remaining cysts and ovary and then the battle commenced to try to save her life.
If you have experienced cancer in the family you will know that the treatment is very hit and miss and the drugs attack the immune system and cause severe effects and sometimes death. She has been having chemotherapy since July and is suffering considerable pain and discomfort. Being Emma, she is resilient and cheerful and facing it with remarkable courage. It is hard to bear, not only because you can do nothing to take away her pain and fear but also the fear of losing her is on your mind every conscious minute. And as you wake each day unrested, that terrible fear greets you.
The prognosis is not good and the cancer is very aggressive. We can only hope for some good times for her and with her.
Every day is precious and life feels very much at the edge. We will be celebrating survival this Christmas. Wish us luck!