|My Mum a few years ago|
Living abroad is great. It really is. But sometimes it's not. It really isn't. Like when I had the operation a few years ago. It was my first operation ever and I was alone in a 'strange' country. Fortunately my mother came over to look after me the first week, but otherwise it was a lonely experience, without any of the people who knew me best.
A few weeks ago I got a call. A call which made me want to go home immediately, if only for a cup of decaf coffee and a stroopwafel. Just to see my mum. During a routine bi-annual check-up, they had found something wrong. More tests were needed, but they were nearly 100% certain she had bowel cancer.
I am glad to say that since then, the more tests have proved to be in the normal range, so no worries on that score. However, the bowel cancer still stands and she will still need an operation, which will be within the month (most likely). So, if Brom and I dash off on a moment's notice, you now know why!