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.
It’s been about a month since Alistair was diagnosed. He’s had five chemotherapy treatments. A number of procedures. Tonnes of medications. Countless blood tests. And he’s been taking them all in like a champ.
Alistair is hungry all the time. And he’s been having lots of cravings. Almost like a pregnant woman, really. The oncologist did warn us at the start that the steroids he’d be on (Dexamethasone) would cause him to be ravenous – most likely waking up in the middle of the
I’ve been thinking for a long time if I should post this. Well, here it is. Where do I even start? It’s been a devastating few weeks.
I know I say this all the time, but truly, WHERE HAS THE TIME GONE? I can’t believe this little boy is already 2!