Living the fantasy

Well girls, it appears I am living the fantasy. When Legoman dropped Liongirl off at kindy this morning, he re appeared with an envelope from one of the kindy mums, containing chocolate and this snipped out article from the weekend paper. Apparently scores of tired mothers the world over are fantasising about being just a bit sick, enough to require a short hospitalisation and recuperation in bed. If not that, well then a short stay in jail would be almost as good. Have a look here if you want to read this funny and very timely Frances Whiting article.

So please don't all hate me but it appears that I have made it. Overnight stay in hospital- check. Meals eaten and not prepared or cleaned up by me - total four. Enough drugs to make life all the more pleasant- check. Visits from people bringing flowers and gifts - two. Texts and calls from caring friends and family- numerous. Tasks I have performed in order to care for my family in the last two days - zero.

However, I must balance all the goodness out with a little bit of reality. My anaesthetist pointing out (just before the operation) that my plastic surgeon does in fact look like a butcher - mildly concerning. Suspicions that my bum may have been poking out the back of my hospital gown while they rolled me over to butcher operate on my leg - very concerning. Number of legs encased in very unattractive bandages and dvt preventing stockings- two. Number of feet with toes that look like fat german sausages- one. Number of steps able to be taken without tears in eyes- about seven ( thankfully the distance to the loo). Description of my scar and number of stitches involved from the surgeon - slightly worrying and probably good that I cannot see it yet ( it is currently sounding like my scar may resemble a large replica of the surgeons initials or a medium sized shark bite). Luckily I did not have midlife crisis aspirations to become a cancan dancer. Number of halloween fun nights enjoyed by my children that I could not participate in - one.

So now that I have discovered that I am living the fantasy, I feel it is my duty to all other mothers out there, to make make the most of it. There will be books read, crochet hooked, magazines perused, excess halloween treats consumed, and hopefully a whole back log of blog posts written. There will of course be enormous gratitude to kindy for taking miss Liongirl full time for a week or so, the girls at my work who are covering my missed days, my mum for taking time off work to help and to Legoman for stepping up to run the ship.

Amazing how many people it takes to cover just one mum when you think about it. Look after yourselves girls. Get that pap smear/ breast screen/skin check.

And then please share, have you had the hospital/jail fantasy?



I meant to start this post by saying thank you all for your words of support, stories of your own brushes with melanoma and other cancers, and general all round kindness on my last post. This bloggy community is just the best.