Saw the original breast care nurse yesterday. The one that was at my first and second appointments. She's lovely. She looked at my boob and thankfully said it wasn't a seroma again. This time it's a haematoma which means it DIDN'T need draining. Ye ha! I texted S when I got out of the hospital just to make sure. If he thinks what they're doing is OK I feel safe.
Things are better with R now too. Got the sex thing sorted. Thankfully. I know I'm shallow but still... As a result, slept very well last night, which means I feel better today. When I got to work, I realised my period was starting, which accounts for my over emotional state. That too is a relief. Tears and bad moods that aren't down to the cancer are normal. Normal is good.
Went into my year 12 group to give them a little pep/warning talk about fucking around for the supply. This part of the module is really important; it lays the foundations for everything else they do for the remainder of year, including coursework AND the exam. I'm glad I did; it was fabulous to see all my favourites sitting there in my lesson but gutting to know I'm not teaching them now. I think I need to set myself the target of being back before the summer next year to keep me going, the way I set myself the target of going to results day five days after my op. Teaching, or more accurately, teaching THESE wonderful kids gives my life such meaning and value. I even said a prayer, in the car on the way to work today, to be allowed to do more of it. I'm really glad I've been privileged enough to do it but I want more, I'm not done yet.
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