Today I cried.
I woke early and no, that is not what made me cry. There seemed to be a lot of noise in the ‘village’ today so up I got at the ripe old time of 7am. I felt good. I felt hungry and hungry for more than just potato chips so up I got, coffee machine on, griller on and off I went. Toast with coffee and barocca. No headache or nausea tablets needed thanks.
Still no reason to cry.
On went the TV to my favourite hit music channel and all my favourite songs are playing, one after the other. There was that new one from Taylor Swift – Bad Blood, then the cute one from Ed Sheeran with the clips of him as a little kid, my current favourite song of the moment by Andy Grammar – Honey I’m Good. I was bopping along loving life and then it happened.
Tears.
Not just a tear here or there but a flood of them. WTF? Where did these come from? They weren’t stopping anytime soon either. They just kept coming.
The thing is, I wasn’t crying for me. There was no, why me or, I am addicted to the cancer drugs give me more, or pity me poor me etc. I was just crying. And no, I am not addicted to any of the medications.
My crying went on for three songs. So whats that? About 12 minutes I think.
I cried for Sam for having to put up and deal with this crap.
I cried for my daughter and my mum for having to worry about me instead of loving and enjoying every moment of life.
I cried for my friends and family who love and care and worry for me.
I even cried for my dogs for not having a fun mummy as they were peacefully sleeping on the sofa when I had specifically asked them to stop sleeping on the sofa.
I cried for the messy en-suite. Dirty floors. Empty coffee cup.
Finally, after my three songs, I stopped and am now back to normal. It was weird and I know, you, the reader may think, or even say, you are entitled to cry. The thing is, I haven’t really done this crying thing since the diagnosis. I have had a tear and a cuddle with my man here and there but those sobs from this morning, wow, that was out there.
Now that it is done, another favourite song is on, Ellie Goulding – Love me like you do.
So, while I listen to this song, I’ll phone the vet and book Kelly in to have her bubble ear looked at and get on with my day.
My smile is back 🙂
Thanks for listening
Hey girl, tears cleanse us from within. I’ve cried for my husband and for myself too. I’ve cried out to God about how scared I am at times. And cried a bit when i feel crappy too.
Haven’t started my chemo yet…..
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Thanks…… I dont really like the crying stuff, I prefer the happy and funny stuff but I guess, with the good comes the bad. Thinking of you …. xx
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We are allowed to worry about you. How many years have you spent worrying about me? TAG I’m it, I want a go 😛
I love you mumma bear and if you ever need anything I’m only an hour and a half away LOL
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I am not telling you not to worry but I would prefer you didn’t have to. I am fine now though because I received my new hat today AND I had an ice cream and it is only 10:33am. I love you too baby bear xx
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Dude! You are cooler than cool. I love reading your stuff.
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Awe thank you! That is a really nice thing to say…… xx
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Sometimes a good cry really helps.
I find it helps release built up emotions and allows me to reset.
There are better days, take care X
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Thanks, I do feel better for it and ready to move on. Hope all is well your way xx
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I agree with boobiebetrayal. Crying, kicking, yelling and doing all the venting you want allows you to release unwanted energy and it helps you heal in the process.
I am glad you’re smiling again.
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I am glad to be smiling again too thank you. Although I wont be smiling for long, my poor Kelly is off to the vet for her very expensive surgery. She has a sore ear and I’ll have a sore bank balance soon but at least my girl will feel better. xx
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I hope your little one recovers smoothly and quickly.
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