Actually, that is the way movies portray this kind of happiness. In real life- now that I have first hand evidence - it's more like lots of tuneful sighs (you know, the ones that are loud on the way out), and slouched shoulders (at last! an opportunity for muscle relaxation) and my mums hand surgically attached to my shoulder or kissing my dad more than is necessary. Ahhhhhhhhh (that is how the sighs look phonetically).
OK so I had to sacrifice a boob (or a Nit, as Claire has coined it - a non-tit, see?), and I can't have babies for the next five years, but at the moment, the next five years are a gift of epic proportions themselves, so hey ho!
Now I'm out the other side of the results fear and operation apprehension, I overly love everyone here, and am only on paracetamol so can't even blame it on the drugs.
My mum summed it up perfectly over a girly lunch following a trip to The Royal Marsden, 'And there we were going through life thinking we were a normal family, but look how strong we all are'.
That's my Dream Team that is, and they make me dead proud... (including me! including me!)
|My Everything's Going To Be OK shoes - any excuse...|