A family of four travel the world
Today we met Prince Harry, it was the most amazing experience and we’re incredibly grateful to be able to have had this opportunity.
On the 29th October I joined the cancer mum club. I didn’t want to become a member, I’d happily give the membership card back in a heartbeat.
I’ve been wanting to write something for a while now about my other son. The one who doesn’t have Leukaemia. His name is Harrison and he’s 2 and a half years old. As the brother of a child with cancer, he is suffering too.
Surviving a child cancer diagnosis isn’t easy. This post lists the things I wish i’d known from day one, we hope this may help other parents in the future.
There are so many things I hate about cancer. When you get a cancer diagnosis there is no time off for good behaviour. Even on a week where we have limited time in hospital...
Today we’ve reached the 200 days of cancer milestone…not surprisingly it doesn’t feel good. The novelty has well and truly worn off for EVERYONE.
Today we met Prince Harry, it was the most amazing experience and we’re incredibly grateful to be able to have had this opportunity.
Since 29/10/18 our life has been consumed by cancer it defines who we are and has clipped our travel wings, but for 5 whole days we’ve felt normal.
WE MADE IT! We had a holiday. We’re exhausted, the boys need a bloody good bath but it has been an amazing 6 days and 5 nights.
Interim Maintenance has been better than we’d expected. And throughout the last few weeks Bilbo has been thriving – take that cancer!
Day 177: Cancer has a lot to answer for and this is the story all about how a fish pie nearly sent me over the edge one day.
In my last post I talked abour cancer fog, now I feel like i’ve hit the cancer wall. 171 days in I guess it was inevitable.
6 months have passed since D day. The pain, the shock, the utter dispair we felt at the begining has been replaced by cancer fog.
Today marks 142 days of cancer, 1093 days until end of treatment. Bilbo’s earned 215 beads of courage it is all about the numbers.
On the 29th October I joined the cancer mum club. I didn’t want to become a member, I’d happily give the membership card back in a heartbeat.
