I'm just the wife, just the sister. I'm here to help. It's fortunate that I am a nurse because I am able to navigate the health industry. I'm also calm. I'm not de-sensitised. But I'm pretty calm. Of course I am as normal as anyone else and I cry tears. Tears for Bryce. Tears for Ros. And tears just for me. I know my role. It comes naturally, which is probably why I am a nurse. I want to be involved. I can't watch from the sidelines. I can't do any of the healing. But I can be there. To talk to. To help in whatever way - practical or emotional. I'm lucky that my daughters are all grown up. Laura 26, Gem 22 and Grace 19 at the time. But the news about both Bryce and Ros hit them all pretty hard.
I go down to Melbourne to help Ros after her surgery. She's in hospital for about 10+ days. The first few days are in the High Dependency ward at Ringwood Private hospital. Then into "the best room in the ward" Room 1. Ros made a great recovery and returned home to Croydon to rest and to heal before the chemo started. Not long after I got back to Sydney, Bryce is booked in to see his specialist for his prostate biopsy. Now that's an interesting story.
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