So just as Mrs Danny and I were foolishly thinking 2016 might be the first year in the last 6 where we're didn't have to deal with the worlds account of shit luck - I start pretty much my dream job on Monday, we're debt free just about for the first time on record, babybgoode is doing great - I went to the hospital yesterday with my mum for some scan results for her.
The verdict - late stage pancreatic cancer with multiple liver and lung secondaries. **** all they can do. They didn't give and timescales but it's clear from their reaction that it's not good at all.
Obviously devastated but what the **** do we say to babybgoode. My mum is his world, in his own words his very best friend. How do you tell a 3 1/2 yo what is going on. He's bright as a button and he'll sense somethings wrong and I don't want to pretend everything is OK but just have no idea at all what to do...