Having Balls

It was Roo's review yesterday. Doctors, specialists and therapists all joined together to discuss how he was getting on and where he was heading. I had been told by a particularly patronising consultant, that I would find such a meeting intimidating. She told me that I would be surrounded by professionals......hmm, don't carers count as professionals then? As I have been the one co-ordinating his care, I decided that I should lead the meeting. There seemed little point in bemoaning my lot; I seem to do enough of that here, and it was an ideal opportunity to get some action in terms of care and activities for Roo.
Of course the down side of this, is that I came across as competent and in control. A woman with balls is coping of course. Umm?