Every day since my Mum’s news last week has been filled in trying to find out as much as I can about what happens next for her and for me.

Information is my comfort blanket, the more information I acquire about something the more comfortable I feel as I get to grips with a topic and start to understand it. It makes me feel better, knowledge is power and all that.

So off I went to the follow up appointment with her having a pretty rough idea of what was going to happen next.

I used the information I’d pieced together to try to gee Mum up a bit, to try to convince her it wasn’t going to be as bad as she thought and to try to explain how the treatment wasn’t going to be as bad as she might think.

But you can have all the information in the world and a curve ball hits which throws that info out.

The primary site is active again. Not badly, more like me first thing in the morning when it’s time to get my act together than any of my cats during one of their daily energy surges where they charge around the house like bolts of black lightning, feline superheroes blessed with superspeed and jumping ability.

It means the treatment in the secondary site is going to be more aggressive so they can be done with it and move back to treating the primary.

I hadn’t expected that and so the pursuit of knowledge continues.

I remain cautiously optimistic that she is in good hands.