Friday, 10 December 2010

What's the Point?

I know whit yer gonnae say; are ye mad or somethin? no goin' tae the hospital. Well ye might be right, but av goat a feelin' aboot this, call it womens' intuition, och call it what ye like it disnae matter tae me. Nothin' matters tae me just now. Well, that's no exactly true, there's wee Madonna, och I know I go on aboot her but she's a wee star in't she? Come on even Murray's face lit up when she sang, well almost lit up. Somethin' replaced the pound signs in his eyes anyway. The thing is whit dis it matter if I heard aboot the results today tomorrow or next week, they say no news is good news eh? I thought it wid keep 'til after Christmas . I didnae want anybody knowin' aboot it until after New Year. I just didnae want tae ruin it for everyone.
         Poor Jimmy , he thinks it's the menopause, thinks 'cause he watches they doctors on Daytime telly that he's in touch wae his feminine side, he means well, he aywis does, that man dotes on me so he does.
       The day, ah goat the shock of ma life, Dr Brodie got in touch wae me, personally. I couldnae believe it, he put the fear of god intae me. Told me tae get doon the clinic and get the test results, he wisnae for budgin' thinks he's back in the army that one, bossing folk aboot, that's whit he's used tae, gie'n orders tae everyone well ah'm no one ay his squaddies  but the results were naggin' at me anyway so I went and guess whit?  Ah wis right all along, the big C jist like Auntie Jean and Peggy. Well it can wait until ah'm ready tae deal wae it. Whit harm can a couple ay weeks make?
       And then whit dis Jimmy go and dae? Drags me doon tae the Oyster an there he is standin' in his old weddin' suit , that cheesy wee grin oan his face makin' me ma dinner. He's hopeless at makin' mince but I didnae have the heart tae tell him. I didnae want tae spoil it, nothin' is going tae spoil this Christmas, no if 'av goat anythin' tae dae wi it. Big C or no big C. we're gonnae have the best Christmas ever. Just me Jimmy and wee Madonna. There's just one thing, ah don't know how long ah can keep this thing a secret.

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