Anyway I feel like this is a safe location to make a confession. I have a brain tumour. It's a glioma and I've named him Pierre. He sits in my left temporal and frontal lobe. That's about all I know about him so far. I feel like thats all anyone knows about him.
Honestly I'm scared about what this means for the future. I have a lot of questions I need to ask at my next appointment. I made sure I wrote them all down so I don't forget. Forgetting is something I do a lot of.
I miss my old life. I miss the knucklehead kids I took care of everyday. I miss the little squabbles I used to have to break up. I miss the cuddles and the kisses I got. I miss the adventures we used to go on. I miss everything. I get it though, can't really have a nanny that has a brain tumour. I'm too much of a damn risk. I knew I couldn't be their nanny forever I just didn't think it would end in the way that it did.
I'll be okay though. Pierre isn't going to break me.