So, Bologna, city of education, red roof tops and fat (folk I think because the food is so fabulous – although they were mostly slim and fit looking).
The plan was to potter, hang out with sis and her other half, take a ton of photos and relax as mentioned. First night went well, see previous post, but then things went a bit weird.
Firstly I had really bad chest pains and was in or near the bed for all of Saturday. Then the ex wrote to tell me the recent histology report about a mole that was removed showed it was malignant. THEN, my youngest sister wrote to say her other half has been diagnosed with prostate cancer….Yes, we are all in our 50s and that says a lot, but all in one weekend?
I am fine now.. The ex flew back before I did on Monday, meanwhile, I contacted all my old team mates in my previous job in the melanoma and skin cancer unit. Less than 24 hours after landing, minus his suitcase, he was seen and booked for surgery! The news is good, it has not spread and he can go back to paradise in a couple of weeks.
Sister’s man is still waiting and we are all hoping for the best news for him.
But, I liked Bologna, loved being with my sister, and put the pains down to the fact that being alone for so long and coping with everything probably just elevated the stress levels. Then suddenly I have no responsibilities, no dog to walk, nothing and in winding down things went a bit haywire.
I feel lucky and happy to have had the break and relieved that the ex can stop worrying too.