So, it’s been more than six months since Alistair was diagnosed with leukaemia. He’s been responding very well to treatment, thank God, and our oncologist is more than happy with his progress.
(I had originally posted this on my Substack. But the hubby convinced me to focus on my blog instead of going on so many branches 😛 I still like Substack though. If you’d like to subscribe to my Substack emails, here’s how you can do it.) It’s that time of
As 2021 drew to an end, I had only one thought in my mind: “Well, good riddance.” To say that 2021 was a horrible year sometimes felt like an understatement. And yet… I couldn’t bring myself to totally hate the year that was. Despite Alistair’s diagnosis and the rollercoaster that
As many of you know, Alistair had finished the first phase of his treatment – the induction therapy. It was four weeks of chemotherapy and other treatment, and the goal was to get him into remission by the end of the induction period. And that was why he had his bone
It’s been two weeks since Alistair’s last chemotherapy. And he’s been such a happy and active boy – almost completely back to himself at home. Seeing him so cheerful and cheeky does lift my spirits. In fact, sometimes it makes me feel as though the challenging season is over. But
“Mama, why do I need to go to the hospital so many days?” That was his question to me while I was driving him to the hospital yesterday morning. Not grudgingly. Not angrily. Not even sadly. Just innocently and curiously.