My Mummy Wears a Wig - Does Yours? A true and heart warming account of a journey through breast cancer by Williams-Huw Michelle

Author:Williams-Huw, Michelle [Williams-Huw, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Biographies
Publisher: Accent Press
Published: 2012-07-22T04:00:00+00:00

December 6, Wednesday

Rhodri was going into work late this morning, so he took the children to school and crèche then came back for breakfast. I was sawing bits off the Christmas tree to get it to fit in its holder and I roped him into doing it, and then I decorated it, and just before he left, he paused and said, ‘It looks lovely,’ and he meant it. It seems all the Whos down in Whoville have finally got to him.

I can’t wait for Osh and Elis to get home and see it. I know Osh won’t remember trees from previous years, so he will think it’s magical. He’s taken to saying ‘Wow!’ at everything exciting and new and I love that, that new pair of eyes to see something we have become blasé about or indifferent to. Life should be stuffed with a few more ‘wows’ about the everyday things we take for granted. I’m sat here looking at my beautiful Christmas tree thinking about my lovely children and husband and I feel like I am the luckiest person alive. Wow.

I went for acupuncture with Rosie’s colleague. She was so nice and addressed my cold to get my chi flowing properly before she tackled my immune system. It was raining and pouring, as little Osh says, and the rain set off a car alarm and she told me about earthquakes in Uganda. When she was a little girl, she said, you knew an earthquake was coming because the shop alarms would go off. She also told me about her sister-in-law in India, who had breast cancer and was going through chemo. She went over and gave her sister-in-law a session. All very fascinating stuff – I felt like I knew her after an hour’s session on her couch.

Then I had lunch and went to see my brain-ironer, Deborah. I am so in the wrong job! She has this bloody fab house decorated in Farrow and Ball paint (Chapel Green, same as my back door) and it was all quiet and calm and she works when she wants and clearly earns a lot of money doing this – unless, of course, she has a rich husband. I did say she had a lovely house but she did not respond, as I guess people like her do not wish to exchange small talk with us mad people.

I now want to be a counsellor and have a big house in Penarth and work when I want to, and pick the children up from school myself. I know I would be a good counsellor because all my friends use me as one anyway, so I would just be getting paid for what comes naturally. Bree and Kerry call me their guru on childrearing (my God, that’s a scary thought) and my other friends are always after me for relationship advice. As I write this down now, I’m thinking, I’m not sure I am the correct person to be giving parenting or relationship advice, but there you go, that’s what happens.

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