He rang the bell!
I know I haven’t been updating this space, but I figured it’s only apt that this post is in here today, because … Alistair has rung the bell!
I know I haven’t been updating this space, but I figured it’s only apt that this post is in here today, because … Alistair has rung the bell!
What a year it has been. The last few months, I’ve been feeling extreme burnout. I was tired. Discouraged. Unmotivated. And disappointed that I did not achieve some of the goals I’d set for myself. But I’m trying to be kind to myself. To take a deep breath—and give myself
September is the International Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. It also marks one year since Alistair was diagnosed with leukaemia.
Well, I’m back. The last few months had been… difficult. Alistair’s Delayed Intensification phase was just like what it sounded like: intense. And at the end of the three-month-ish phase, his blood counts crashed. He needed multiple red blood and platelet transfusions.
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