Well, well, well, (the three holes in the ground...) 5 days left to the end of NaBloPoMo. I think I'm going to make it - they definitely haven't all been terribly scintilating posts; but I have got into a bit of a habit and I think that's a good thing: even if I'm talking to just about no-one.
People whizz by but don't stop - I'm not surprised; it's not a thrilling blog full of my exploits; it's not a 'baby blog' full of fuzzy photos and it does include the word 'cancer' fairly prominently on the first page which does tend to scare people away.
I don't blame people who run away from things cancer-related. Cancer *is* scary - we're all afraid of it really, I think. It's something living in us; threatening our very being and we aren't even aware that it's there for a while. If that isn't scary then I don't know what is. But we exist - people with cancer, people who've had cancer - we exist; and that cancer is part of who we've become and it's hard to ignore or pretend that it isn't. So. I'm not hiding it. So. Think a moment before you run away.
In nicer news - I got to do mass baby-cuddling yesterday - bliss. And I got to feed her. She's very bonny and so talkative! All these funny noises; grunts and things - sweet! I hadn't really noticed that in previous baby-experiences. Ooh, she's a clingy little thing too. She won't sleep unless she's held and ends up sleeping on her mum most of the night. I'm so excited to think that I get to see her grow up.