I landed back in Newcastle about 4.30pm. R informed me we were going out at 8.30 so I did a 2 hour turn around with very little fuss. Dinner, shower, make up, hair (OK, so theres not a lot but...) and we were off out. OK evening. I didn't get hammered, I'd got a 260 mile drive the next day.
By bedtime he was in a filthy mood, all because I was texting on my phone. OK, so I'm a textaholic but so what? It just so happened however, that I was joining in a group support session of one of the NEBB members who had just discovered a lump in one of her very newly reconstructed boobs. While this sort of thing IS very regular, it never fails to be a 'heart sink' moment. 'Our' group, as opposed to the older group that has factioned off, has only been in effect a year or so, so to date, we haven't lost any group members, although 2 of approximately 12 do have recurrence of their cancer.
Poor old E is ridiculously young to have gone through what she has and it really really isn't fair that she's scared all over again. So, sorry to dent R's feelings and all, but I wasn't going to be put off sending her a message.
When I'd finished, I gave him a cuddle, but he gave me the cold shoulder so I reverted to my book. C'est la vie.
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