Tomorrow I am off to Montréal, back home to la belle province. I have to admit a little trepidation on my part, as my mum is still quite sick from all the poison they've been pumping into her to fight the cancer. I know she likes to do Christmas up and though it is traditional for her to complain about the Christmas tree, I can tell by talking to her on the phone that she's wiped out and close to fed up.
My worry, since she told me my dad made a noticeable grimace when she buzzed her hair before chemo, is that I don't react the right way to how she looks. I don't even want some involuntary twitch to be misinterpreted. I have been having nightmares for weeks about it, that some Frankenstenian mess will be hiding under her head scarf. And then I feel bad for even having the dreams.
Anyway, the point being I will be happy to be home regardless of how diffiuclt this holiday season is going to be. And then I'll be really, really glad to be back here.
Laters. Boogie down with your bad selves.
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