I like Saturdays. It's the day Mum and I Skype. Even though we are thousands of miles away it's like visiting her house every week, sitting down visiting and having a nice chat. Last year while she was going through chemo it was a lifesaver for me. I needed to see her. I would have dropped everything and come to stay with her, but she wanted me to wait. It was a horrible word - wait. Wait in case things didn't go well. Wait in case chemo/radiation didn't work. Wait in case things got worse. I'm not ashamed I had trouble sleeping and there were days when I went in to work and people were too afraid to say anything in case I started crying.
I'm thankful all that is behind us. At least for now. Though I'm sure that anyone who has been through cancer will know it's always there lingering in the background. There are the check-up appointments. The scans. The blood tests. The waiting.
I'm thankful that - as of today - that in just nine weeks I will be in England, visiting with Mum and we'll have more memories to share. She was telling me today that she went to Felixstowe and actually had fish and chips. She laughed and said the next time she'd be eating them would be when I came to visit.
We'll take a little walk along the front and maybe have an ice cream. Mum's will be plain, mine is the 99 with the flake (yum!).
Until then it will be more phone calls and more Skype. Sometimes technology is good.