The doctor has confirmed it.
Unfortunately there’s nothing she can do for me and we all have to cope the best we can.
Like the first stage of loss, I was in denial.
“I’m too young,” I thought.
“It couldn’t be.
I’m fit and vibrant for my age.
“Those symptoms can relate to anything.”
But tackling this head on, I’ve decided to skip the other stages of grief, like anger and doing deals with higher beings and instead have gone straight to acceptance.
So girls, you too have to face my reality.
I will never have the baby brother you’ve repeatedly requested over the past decade- it will only be the five of you girls, the seven of us.
Because it’s official, and I suppose I have been mourning the end of that chapter of my life.
I am in transition!