I didn't get my dress yesterday after all. As I was putting the corset on, a seam popped in the shoulder, so dressmaker had to take it back to be resewn (and reinforced).
She promised to have it ready for collection next weekend though. If she doesn't, I'm walking naked. I'm not miffed or anything (Zen Bride engage!) but I am bummed that I didn't get to take it home.
Mom still has to have chemo for another 2-3 months at least, but they've dropped her from 3 weeks on, 1 week off to 2 on, 1 off.
My gran is not doing very well. Her body is no longer producing red blood cells. They've tested her for leukaemia (negative), and now we're waiting for the results of the other tests. She also has a leaky valve, but they won't operate because the risks outweigh the benefits. At least it's given my grandfather something to do other than pester my gran with lectures on the Danite tribe or some other Biblical happenings - now he pores over his medical books (with a giant magnifying glass because he's almost blind) instead.
So, FI and I have decided that we're just going to have to make it work, to somehow get down there and see them early next year, because obviously they don't have that much longer. They are almost 90, after all.
Yesterday I realised that I hadn't even spoken beverages with the venue/caterer, but she assured me that I still have (a little) time to think about it and email her with what I want. Phew!
And I'm just generally feeling down, for no particular reason. So I'm thinking it's time for another wedding-free, all-me day.