Did I tell you about this little revelation I had about a month ago? How I realised that the last time I was this weight I had a whole bunch of stuff happen - including the death of my dad?
It was why I put all that weight on - hiding from emotional pain and all that stuff.
And did I tell you that the very first thought that popped into my head was that I hope nothing happens to my mum? Illogical and silly, I know.
But she rang me last night and told me she has cancer. I'm not panicking yet, because my mum has survived two malignant cancers by getting them early. The first time it was her breast, and that was 20 years ago, and the second time it was on her nose. They completely removed her nose and built her a new one - and that was about 15 years ago. This one is also on her face, and it's also malignant.
I have to admit that I feel a bit frightened - and a bit sad. She's getting older (she was in her mid-30s when she got me out of the orphanage), and she's now in her 80s… but she's pretty strong and robust for someone her age. She still lives alone on the farm in NSW, in the house she was born in - so I reckon she's got another good ten years in her. Maybe.
My challenge here is to a) be honest about how I feel and not stuff things down with food, b) not engage in some insane eating binge in order to not "jinx" my mum and c) eat as healthy as I can so that my body stays strong enough to deal with whatever is coming.
